NOVEMBER COMPETITION

CHAPTER ONE “Delight!” screamed my mother, “you’re going to join your father at the farm this morning. I need some cocoyams for my soup”. “Coming Mum”, I responded. “and don’t play with your friends until you have finished harvesting the cocoyam”, Mum continued. I quickly went to the kitchen to get the basket and the cutlass because I knew my dad always forgot to bring the cutlass to cut the weed and grass. It was the first time I would go to the farm and I smiled to myself thinking that this could never get any better. I skipped out of the room, delighted to be going to the farm, finally. On the way out the door, my mother Chukwudinma Nwachukwu, came out holding papa’s breakfast and lunch. She put it in a nylon bag and joined me on my way to the farm. Mother was a beautiful woman and although she was no longer as young as she was when father won her heart by defeating the renowned village champion, people still turned to stare at her when she passed. She and dad