Stephen Maestro Griffiths
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Feeding Mama Louise after her morning bath, Kitty and I ate out breakfast but as soon as Sister Patsy came around I couldn't find her anywhere. She does this for a whole week straight before I confront her about it.
"Kitty, you know we have driving lessons every morning after breakfast so tell me what's up?" I have cornered get at the back door that opens up to our backyard.
"I have to check up on Mama's farm..."
"She farmed?" I asked with disbelief. This woman is seventy nine years old and she farms.
"Yes. Grandma hate staying in and why do you think she got better after the first stoke, it's because she worked on the farm. An it's where we get all the vegetables and fruits in the house, we barely go to the market." She admitted, ducking under my arm to go out back.
"Can I see it?" I pleaded and she looked at my outfit frowning.
"Not it that outfit, no. Come on." I wondered what was wrong with my dark jeans and t-shirts. This young lady got out some big trousers and dress shirt as well as thick black military-like boots and a straw hat. "It belongs to my father when he had a little weight so you'll have to use one of these belts. You're already in socks so inspect the boots for any insects before you put it on. The hat is clean, its one of mama's."
I frowned, watching as she too got into a farm outfit as she undress before me with her back turned. She sad excuse of a bra hid nothing as the curves of her breasts were on display from the sides as she puts the shirt on. Blinking to clear my head, I stared strip down to only my underwear and puts the outfit on.
Kitty laughed as she admires me but I smirked, doing a goofy dance that makes her laugh harder. She sobers up and puts a small machete in my hand while she held the bigger thicker one. "Shouldn't I have that one?"
"Get comfortable with that one, when you learn to master it you'll upgrade to something like this." She points to the second machete in the corner.
"Okay boss." I saluted, chucking as I watch her more around the storeroom.
She took up two recycled paint bucket from the others packed into each other. She started adding thing to those buckets each like; knife, cloth bags, gloves and some smaller labeling jars she took off the shelves. To her own bucket, she add a bottle of what looks like gasoline, a box of match and lighter, market scale, a roll of small ropes, a thick book and a key.
"Can you bring two medium sized water bottles, please? I want the iced one, take any temperature you like. An bring something you can wipe sweat with, met me out front." She told me so I gave her the machete and made my way inside after removing the boots.
I had to get my gym rag first before taking two frozen iced water bottles, I went around back for the boots before meeting her at the gate. She put my own bucket in my hand and put the iced water to the side so I walked side by side with her.
She started by showing me where Dada's property is from one end to the other, going all the way back. I told her I'll build a wall around it all to secure it before I start any construction. It was already secured with fence but as we passed a man walking between those bob wired fences, I know it's only good against big animals. We saw many farms with plants like; pineapple, citrus, banana and plantain, yams, coconuts, Coco sugarcane, pumpkin and manly others. What's on every property were breadfruit, guava, coconuts, bananas and oranges. We turned off the main track into a fenced property with a wooden gate underneath a root of bamboos that made an arch .
"Are you sure this is the farm? It looks more like a little home... Is that a house?" I asked, seeing a cute Bamboo hut in the distance.
"It's my grandparents farm. Mama had men working here after grandpa died but they stared robbing her so we stared doing the work ourselves. That is our hut that we stay in to rest or stay doing any suddenly weather. It's a bit like the shed at home."
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