Precious than Gems (Part Three)


This is Precious than Gems folklore part three. 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 Three [The Resurrection]

His wife’s departure made Akande realize the type of person he was forced to marry.
She was ever agile, sweet and dedicated when he wealthy.
After the incident that led to the destruction of his farm by flood, she stopped being all that.
If he had known, he wouldn’t have heeded the advice of his mother who misled him.
Now it’s over, bringing a new chapter of long-time loneliness.
He could bear it if everyone was mad at him, but not when the woman he ever loved left voluntary for another man.
Not even waiting for a while, but the same day she left.
For a week, he kept weeping out bloody tears from his eyes indoors, feeding on water alone.
Loneliness is like dying inside out, like fading away but by bit.
Like moving into the skies as soot, his world crumbled gradually.
Akande became more concerned with his yesterday than the tomorrow he was yet to see.
He abandoned hard work, virtue and prospect.
His entire mind was preoccupied with regrets, pity and displeasure with his being.
Then, an old man came knocking at his door.
It took him up to an hour to walk from his bed to the door, which was just a few centimetres away.
As he opened, tears almost dropped down his squeezed chin, but he quickly held it in and smiled.
It was his uncle.
“Uncle!” He called out.
“What brought you here at this time of the day?”
“Your story wandered around in the village too fast, but it took me an entire week to understand. Some said you stole from your master, others believed you returned some amount you found at the farm to your master” His uncle replied.
“I would prefer you get a chill bath first. You look terrible!”
Akande quickly rushed to the well to get some water and soon, took a refreshing wash, washing his skin to the extent of turning it white.
He soon felt relieved after changing to a clean cloth.
Thereafter, he sat beside his uncle to discuss what actually happened as well as the way forward.
After his explanation, his uncle felt pity for him and handed him his calm palm on his shoulder.
“The crocodile doesn’t grow up in one river you know, you need to see beyond your limit.”
His uncle said. “An empty cup is filled with air and light, these are important to life.
You must change your situation, and think of a way forward.
You cannot stop the bird from flying over your head; you can stop it from building a nest on your head.
Nevertheless, you mustn’t stop following the path of righteousness you have chosen, that alone will guide you.”
“Thank you uncle,” he replied.
“You have really raised me from the pit of destruction I found myself in.”
“Well, the chiefs at the palace are recruiting new servants which I believe is the best avenue to make a way.
For I don’t think any farm will accept you, for now, your master has broken your name beyond repair.”
“I am certain about that as well.
I will try my possible best uncle, and make sure I am accepted as a servant.
Thank you, uncle!”
“I will be hearing from you soon. Take care of yourself.”
“Thank you, uncle.”
Akande walked side by side with his uncle until the road became narrow- leading the way to his uncle’s house.

He perhaps hopes that they chat more often, but his uncle is a very busy person, tutoring the children on virtue, loyalty, truth and so on.
He perhaps hope to join his uncle soon, but firstly, he needed to be successful as advised, and clear his name off the slate of dirt.
His eyes almost became filled with tears as his uncle said so long.
It was the day before the Kayota market, everybody was getting set for a busy day ahead, including Akande, that’s if he eventually got selected by the chiefs.
Today, they are to be given a very difficult task and anyone that passes this task will be rewarded by making them servants who would be serving the king.
This was an unusual tradition of the kingdom; selecting servants was done solely by the king’s head servants, this time around, the chiefs were doing the selection.
When he got to the place, Akande was amazed.
The number of persons at the king’s palace who were set for the test was only sixteen.
“So few?”
He wondered if others would join along.
Without unveiling his smiling face, he pulled himself together to be among, just like others. Shortly, a fellow laughed out his entire energy, pointing his dirty and bent fingers at Akande.
He said that he wondered how a thief managed to find his way into the king’s palace and that he won’t even partake in the quest, nonetheless be selected as a servant.
Akande looked around to see if some of them had already been selected but noticed that those present in the courtyard were the only ones.
He wasn’t even bothered about what the fellow was saying, he was more concerned about the selection.
Some kept laughing like a fool, others were mocking, while the majority who were not certain about the story kept gossiping and murmuring.
“I don’t know why my presence altered the peaceful atmosphere.” He blamed himself.
The pressure on Akande only lasted a while, as soon as the chiefs entered the courtyard the environs became a graveyard.
A chief addressed them on fighting, as it wasn’t a virtue to portray being a servant of the king. After which, they were handed a cutlass each and given instructions on where it would be used. Then, they were taken to the thickest part of the abandoned king’s farm to cultivate; where they were all allocated a specific portion to work.
One portion was more than three kilometres away from another.
This was to reduce distractions and prevent them from helping one another.
At the corner of each portion, special treatment of the royal delicacy was served in a calabash with chilled water, which they were all instructed to enjoy after the day’s work.
The special treatment forced out a remarkable strength and everyone started clearing.
The sun became jealous and she grew angrier than usual, turning the grasshopper into a slug.
Her flame melted away all the clouds that were trying to come to the worker’s rescue.
They were all sweating profusely like they had just been rescued from the river after an accidental bath.
To worsen the matter, these portions have no large trees with shade where they could even take refuge for a while.

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