EJIMA
If only she had come early enough, at least she would have been done by now.
Stray away from the blistering sun and hard labor, in this your condition, I don't want to lose you. The voice of Uche, her husband seemed to warn. But she scoffed out his words by breathing in.
Her eyes walked through the green cassava leaves. She could pick out the number of heaps that have yam on them. They had planted enough yam this season. At least, Ani (the land god), had blessed them with a good harvest.
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