Precious than Gems (Part Four)


This is the third part of the folklore, Precious than gems. It is a story about a man who had to endure all hardships in other to be free from certain pressures. Though hardworking, dedicated and loyal, he was never encouraged by friends, family and society.

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Part Four [The Gem]

To Akande, the farm was similar to his master’s farm just that it was extraordinarily large and much easier to work on.
That’s probably because it was the king’s farm or he wasn’t working alongside the abusive ones. Though he was sweating, Akande didn’t feel any sign of weakness.
He was still as strong as the horse, not minding the sun’s torment and the blisters on his palm.
The sun was superheating the air and the grass and shrubs weren’t helping as well; they were rejecting their cutlasses which were not sharpened on purpose they presumed.
About seven men who got to the farm left for their homes after a while due to the complexity of the work.
They abandoned their cutlasses in the portion allocated to them that was of cause after consuming the special treats allocated to them.
While others waited until they managed to complete their work so early by beating the bushes to bend over so as to seem as if it has been cleared.
They as well completed their meals and water but not the work, so to say.
Then, they all reported back to the chiefs one after the other.
They were told that they would be contacted the following day.
Akande could only keep on with his work because he understood the type of grass and sharpened his cutlass to battle the stubborn grass.
He was persistent and reliable, resting when he needed to and sharpening his cutlass when it got weaker.
After completing the work, he decided to take water to quench the flame of his thirst.
As he drank from the container, he felt relieved and happy.
As he picked up the calabash with the meal, he noticed a small sack underneath.
He picked it up and untied it, so it was cowries.
“Again!” He complained.
“Money on my master’s farm made me lose my work, friends and wife.
Why again?”
He thought for a while and decided to report to the chiefs.
He knew he wasn’t going to be chosen among the king’s servants for he had decided to hand over the money to the chiefs, which might give him a bigger problem.
“The money might be for the person that served the meal.” He thought.
“I wonder how the person would take it if he or she realizes that his or her hard-earned money was missing.
And with no clue on how to find it.”
Though it was still bright, the sun was way in the west waving goodbye to Kayota.
Akande packed up and headed out to the king’s palace.
On his way, he met a woman and her daughter feeding on a kind of fruit from weeds.
He became touched and remembered the food they were served which he hasn’t even opened.
He brought it out and handed it over to them.
He was happier seeing the woman feed her daughter first.
He was moved by the woman’s smile.
It’s been a while since someone else, who’s not his uncle smiled at him.
After the meal, the woman handed over the calabash to him thanking him more than a million times.
He collected the calabash and continued his journey to the king’s palace.
He kept whistling softly and calmly along the way, smiling like a fool, like a lady who was promised a wedding ring.
He kept this happy face until he got to the king’s palace.
Arriving at the palace, he looked around to check if anyone was following him so as to be certain that what happened earlier at his master’s domain didn’t repeat itself.
He went to the chiefs and returned the cutlass.
He as well told them what happened when he raised the calabash up and perhaps the money belonged to the one who served the meal.
He thereafter handed the money to them.
Then, he was asked to go home to rest, that he had done a great job.
And that he would be sent for the following day to see if he had made a way into being one of the king’s servants.

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I write a lot, on everything and anything. I am that ordinary guy with a whole lot of good to offer. I love art, music and poetry.

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