The weeds were dead.

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On tiring Thursday after school my brothers, Senior sister and i waited for either our mom or dad to send us home (by walking that has always been our means of transport).

Dad arrived after a long wait with the explanation that there was too much traffic on his way from work. I was very sure mom was still in her shop and has forgotten to come for us as usual.

We nodded our heard in approval since that was the problem we faced here in Ghana. There was traffic every where due to one or two things like motor accidents.

Since motor rider were not ready to comply with the rules it goes on and on accident s here and there.
We were happy to see him because walking with our mom was like putting a public address system in you ear(haha).

We walked  with our dad. On our way we had a conversation. My dad talked about how to clear the weeds around the house.

The house was looking like a mud house in a forest. We were even afraid to go out because snakes we always around.
My dad contemplated between weeding and spraying the grass. We all agreed to spray the weeds with some chemicals.

We felt that was easy and less tiring as compared to weeding. "But daddy we do not have a knapsack sprayer" I said and he replied saying he would ask Kofi a neighbor of ours.

My elder sister then asked when he would spray and he said he would do it on the next Saturday.
We got home tired after the endless walk and talk.

Days went by and we realised the weeds were dying how, why and when were the questions everyone ask.
My dad though it was Kofi. And I just did not understand.

Little did we know it was the good doing of someone. But who was the question.

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