Last saturday, the car pulled over to a stop about twenty five meters away from us, I guess the brakes of the car were probably faulty .my mother and I had to run that twenty five meters to enter the car: it took us about one hour to get to the farm, which normally if we had walked, we would have gotten to the farm ten minutes earlier. On getting to our farm, mother had to shout to pastor daran that we had reached our farmland, the noise of the car could not allow him hear mother and we ended up stopping fifthy meters away from our farmland. Mother sustained an injury when alighting from the car which slowed us down in our 50 metres walk back to the farm; pastor daran was about putting the car to a stop to give us a lift again this Saturday but mother took a left turn towards a different path to avoid him. seeing and understanding what this mean, I also made a space for myself behind a nearby bush so he wouldn’t see me. of course he continued his journey when he didn’t see us anymore and we also continued our real journey. on getting to the farm, mother instructed me to start plucking the ripe mangoes from their tree, but as I was still feeling sleepy, I was sluggish about it. ” won’t you open your sack and start picking mangoes?” was the last thing I heard before a heavy slap descended on my check, and I bursted into tears. i picked a lot of mangoes today; the work in farm was stressful today. I wouldn’t b surprised if the people who were supposed to come help us got a lift in pastor daran’s car. we can’t afford to wait for them, especially if pastor daran had dropped them five hundred meters away from mother’s farm… I won’t be surprised if they are trecking back to mother’s farm.
written by: mabaiku pepere.
To be continued.