In the quiet Tonga village of Siampondo, the morning sun rose slowly over the plains, painting the cattle fields with gold.
Farmer Mr. Sikalima stood outside his house watching his herd move lazily across the grass.
His farm had grown larger than he could manage alone.
That morning he walked to the village gathering place and spoke loudly so everyone could hear.
> "My brothers and sisters," he announced,
"I am looking for someone to herd my cattle. I will provide a house, food, and a salary of K1000 each month."
Villagers murmured among themselves.
In Tonga tradition, work was not just about money. It was about trust.
An old man sitting nearby nodded slowly.
> "Remember," he said quietly,
"A stranger's shadow may cool your house, but his heart may still belong elsewhere."
The news traveled faster than the wind across the villages.