EXILE - Chapter Thirty-seven

"In something that may seem bad, good always comes out from it," Okoli said. "This morning must have been tough for your mother but it brought something good. You are now on your way to work in the farm with me because of that boy that showed up in your room."

Ifeme could feel the disappointment Okoli harboured just because of his attitude towards things that he considered manly, the way he felt and saw things differently. "Father," he said, "can I ask you a personal question?"

"You are free to ask me anything."

Ifeme scrupled. "Do you want another son?"

Okoli roamed his eyes through the thickets of green that were by their sides as if he had wanted to hear something entirely different. "What kind of son are you talking about?"

"A better one," Ifeme said. "A son that could give you all the qualities you feel I should possess but I don't have. A son that could do all the farm work