Mangled Shoes

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Apparently not, at least not in front of the head of the household. The matriarchy was in charge of this home.

With a simple finger flick, jobs were given. Everyone from there made red tea, and Deborah had to make their morning bread and butter. Grandmama assigned Sukoo the item she thought was most significant in the house. a tidy privy. Not that they intended to use it themselves. It had to be in good enough shape, though, if visitors had to come and ask to use the privy.

Without a scriptural basis, some people think that cleanliness is almost as important as godliness.

The crops Kamma was tending to in the garden included maize, onions, cabbage, and grapes. The entire harvest was fed before we even realized it. One had to make a sacrifice.

Everything seemed to Deborah like child labor or enslavement. She was far too sophisticated. That their vacation continued like this could not possibly be the case. What a novice thinks She almost lost her temper with her grandmother. Within her was peace. It was unclear from this whether or not she was angry. Is it right for them to worry?

Scripture was a constant in her remarks. This time around, she said, "The harvest is plentiful, but the laborers are few."

Deborah, perplexed and lost in thought, carried on with her tasks as she attempted to interpret the statement.

Unovara had succeeded in abandoning her assignments; she was nowhere to be found.

"Soho tjike mbaue?" (So what's up, man?)

Holding a watermelon in one hand and cornmeal maize in the other, Kamma spoke as he made his way out of the garden and carefully made his way toward the fireplace. From beneath the shade, their grandma observed, patting her left foot with her hand on her other cheek.

"Who gave this boy permission to take a watermelon?" She asked herself.

Kamma moved in closer proximity to Debbie.

"Cousin! Here is corn; make magic happen."

"I heard my grandmother say something about it—something about how it is plentiful but the laborers are few. Here, take this watermelon; today is the day we will eat the fruits of our labor."

He pretended not to see his grandmother. Although Kamma was making a joke, there is always a grain of truth to it, as they say. His cousins gave a loud clap and cackle, laughing so hard they lost all self-control.

Their grandmother gave them a half-smile and a half-grin as they went along. then made the decision to lecture them somewhat. "Soon your holiday will be over, and you will return to your respective mothers' houses. Are you prepared to not have corn and watermelon then?"

None of them dared to speak.

"Now Kamma How about you chop up some more firewood? You all know the fire is not supposed to die out as the day commences. If we are going to enjoy the fruit, we need to simply put in the labor," their grandmother added.

Deborah continued to work at the fire all day. Deborah continued to work at the fire all day. Sukoo was scraping the privy, and Kamma was doing some handyman work with the wood. Soon after, it was almost midday once more. After finishing their assignments, they started thinking about the games they could play.