"Mum the river is full"
"Is its season .Take off shoes.Roll up your trousers"as she spoke and everyone except their missing father at alert crossing the river bed with great alacrity a finest adventure in the farming period.They crossed beyond the wobbly stick wielding bridge and frenzied black power watching the sharp gusts of billows and waves drifting away cruising water with heavy tides .
After crossing the dragnet, venturing further abroad by about a kilometer or so to reach the mother's farm for the weeding times to begin.The mother with cutlass drooled occasionally and butchered leaves and sticks on the tiny path towards the farm with the great agility of the eagle in the aerial space of flight and clearing dross ,drivels and drifts for easier passage, drilling her progenies as the case maybe.She drolled in a drily way sometimes to relief her easily exasperated kids who had known only the option of epicureanism and drumbeat of family bliss since they were born and now agonized the option of farm fields afterwards the crash of family silver as temporary option for family survival. She's the majorette of survival of the fittest drumroll and also held aloft the drumsticks long after had spouse had lost the fighting sinew to drum the optimism of great future.Not droopy but drooling with drop goal by drop kick undiminished and undimmed by passionate buoy.
At ten a.m on the dot,after they finally arrived at the farm a stretch of ten acres planted with maize,beans, pepper, cassava and sometimes yam and they seated . Sometimes feeding began too early and recoursed to work and sunny the strongest bred took off to farming quickly and started weeding fast by a mile before anybody could catch up.
"See your brother Black power see can you catch him?He 's gone a mile on the weeds weeding.Always my best strength."
"Mummy I will try today and catch him"as he stood up sometime with unfinished food quickly angered by the challenge.
",Hope you don't grow weary and sleep midway.A mile is a terrific trial."she advised and headed to yam section and began exposing the root of the tubers for harvest digging holes and excavation terribly heightened.
The kindling of iron steel of the human might came late with jony eldest stood up late after feeding and white power sitting idly with the mother as her assistant sometimes laughing and joking for she could do little to force him to extreme action like his two sons.She barely bothered about Jony when he's around who might be weeding as he sings in the farm sometimes absent mindedly composing songs as he weeds.Then they continue into the afternoon and stopped works by five pm.Sunny had gone ahead a twelve miles a d black power close to half behind sometimes sleepy but this time round fought his brother's competition to close ten miles just two miles shy and the mother came.
"Blacky wonderful job,just too wonderful.You fell short two miles behind your brother you re so hot today.Boy time to go home"
"Mum time to go home too soon?"
"Oh I can see you really tried and I noticed you don't sleep.See your brother is playing guitar with his winds "
"Sunny is so good how many miles I beat him today how can i be short."
"Both of you try he did twelfth miles now full resting.Got some itches and at the back and now okay "
"Incredible my brother is always hot same thing he s a strong prayer warriors like dad and uncle deoye."
"Am in the stall with white power we re parking belongings it time to go.I harvested fifteen tubers of yams for us to feed."he abandoned his gigs and followed her path.
"Bro you really tried Always the best ."as he fed himself afterwards guzzled his garri.Then each of them packed their belongings and harvest farm products and headed to the river bank.
She brushed the paths occasionally to clear the pathways until they cross river bank and headed to the farm huts where they packed their vehicles.
The harvesting times often a bit tasky with more loads to cart away home and the burden of crossing the river bank.They had followed the same pathways trodded with their footprints back to farmhouses and farm huts in the Hamlet.
The company bus Mazda was almost completely filled with potpourri of the farm crops,bag of unrefined beans,harvested maizes and fifteen tubers of yam,plucked by mother.
"Yemi is your time to drive us home "
"Okay ma"as he stood smiling at them for the great harvest,wielding car keys as he moved closer towards the driving side and ignited the solitary engine as he opened the door for the final return home.
They were greeted with euphony of wild celebration and evacuated harvest into the storerooms behind backyard side at the house farms.The resting father was fond of her during the harvesting form and some times farm products.Most obvious folks could not rebuild their conscience when they saw mountain like mists of harvested farm products with Blackpower hurriedly pent up and unloaded the foodstuffs and carted away into house hold store.
"Mum,this must have saved us a lot of money."
"Sure I saved 10million naira."
"Then what?"emasculatedly.
"Then forget it if you can 't twig proper definition of what I mean?"
Then "Strip off her ex and followed.
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