It was late in the evening. Darkness was approaching and the sun was orange and glowing the sky, but was not shinning just trying to set.
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Her mood was full of anxiety and she started complaining. What on earth was i thinking? I should have figured it out. Why did i accept you in the first place? Just carrying out your responsibilities as a child shouldn't be like i had to beg you. Sending you back to your family should be the best option to save myself from you killing me.
The noise was increasing. Many voices were heard and shouting was married to this noise. But the voices were jabbering and was difficult to hear exactly what was said. The neighbours were at their heels to mama Agyeiwaa's vicinity for her rescue. Would you stop this disrespectful and immoral act, young boy?
Voices came down. Big men were at the premesis and the women were calm. The voices were like that of a toad under a stone and flowed with questions. Boy, how old are you? What made you this? What are you thinking? It is not easy to be a mother or manage a home. Don't useless to this household little boy, what do you say?
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The second hand turned, and the hour hand changed completely. Time changed and many years came and gone. The music was nice to the ear because thinking about its end stimulates appetite and the beat from it was in harmony as it followed a regular pattern.
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Hmm!
The music of a pounded fufu. He was muscular and built, all that from pounding for almost six years since he left his old vicinity. The vibrations that ran all over the chest explained the impact of the pestle on the fufu.
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I could be mistaken i said to myself while approaching the house. My vision became clearer and begun believing my sight when closed to scene. What! i shouted. The pounding stopped. The pleasant sensations from the music cut. The lady sitting before the mortar asked what was the matter with you?
I hoped he was caught at gunpoint to pound your fufu and I believed you were in the tertiary education, young man, and you were busy carrying out your domestic responsibilities. Or circumstances or your thoughts had changed and your lovely phrase "this time that I have completed Junior High School, I am grown to be performing such duties" is now a mirage?
Hmm! Don't be annoyed. That was his lovely phrase and answer to all the questions asked then.
Let me go straight to what I wanted to ask Should Our Level of Education Decide Our Responsibilities at Our Various Homes?. Let your comments flow...
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