YOU SOW A SLICE AND GETS A TUBER On a certain day in the year 2010, my father took me to our family farm on his motorcycle. Thank God it was a smooth ride. Immediately we got to the farm, he quickly dug up the earth and brought out several slices of yam. God so good, i had a father who never took things for levity. While i "serve the ridges with the slices" he plant the yam slices into the already prepared ridges. After about an hour we left for home. Exactly a month to the day those yam slices were planted, i left for one of the biggest cities to start a new life—a life after high school. Some months later, i received the saddest news of my life. I had to return home for a burial—burial of the man who planted the yams. After mourning ended, i went back to the farm. I discovered the man who planted the "yam slices" has dug out some "yam tubers" to be eaten—very sure he ate them. I dug out some tubers too and ate them. Noticeably, we plan
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