While Mrs. Sade was sweeping the floor of her shop that morning, she noticed someone crying along the road. It was Mercy, returning home from school. Overwhelmed by her emotions, Mercy didn't even notice a car speeding toward her.
She narrowly escaped as the car came closer. Some neighbors yelled at her for being careless, but others, who knew her story, offered understanding instead.
Mrs. Sade was shocked by the incident. Her heart skipped a beat, pounding so hard it felt like it might burst from her chest.
She walked over to Mercy and hugged her tightly, whispering, "Thank you, Lord." The embrace comforted Mercy, helping to ease her distress.
Afterward, they both walked to the shop together. Upon arrival, Mrs. Sade realized that the jollof rice she had been cooking had burned badly. Quickly, she removed the firewood and set the pot down, separating the burnt rice from the still-edible portion at the top.
"We can't throw it away. If we do, we'll go hungry. My child, let's just manage it today," Mrs. Sade said, trying her best to keep Mercy's spirits up despite their challenging circumstances.
She always made an effort to keep her daughter happy, even when times were tough. As they ate, Mrs. Sade cracked a few jokes, and they both laughed until they could laugh no more.
Once they finished eating, Mercy asked for her mother's permission to go home, freshen up, and relax for a bit. Mrs. Sade agreed but asked her to bring some items from their house when she returned that evening.
"You can go home, my dear. I'll just stay here and relax to stay agile for tonight. Don't forget to bring those things, but if you forget anything, just call me, okay?" Mrs. Sade said.
"Okay, mummy. But do your English and akara really go together?" Mercy teased, playfully pulling her mother's leg.
Mrs. Sade smiled and replied, "Dear, I'm an akara seller, not a market woman. That shouldn't change who I am."
As Mercy prepared to leave, she smiled at her mother and said, "Mummy, even though you're an akara seller, you are still a beautiful soul."
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The Agony Of A Weeping Child
Gizem / GerilimThis is the story of a Nigerian teenager who loses her inheritance after the death of her father and must navigate life's challenges without his support. It's a traditional narrative that takes readers through her journey of pain, hardship, and resi...
