The Diary Game: Weeding On My Farm And Swallowing My Pride // 16-11-2024
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Season greetings my steemit friends, I hope this piece find you good as I write you another episode of my diary. Growing up was something else, it wasn't that easy but a difficult one as we fought for our survival. For children who lost their father at the early age, you can imagine all that they will go through to survive without a father figure.
This was actually my case after I lost my father at a very tender age. For a family of 7, mom could not carter for all of us, so I was sent to my grandmother to live with her. This was where my true life was shaped and defined as she took me on what I called a rough ride then, training me on how to do farm work.
I never saw the value of this farm work then, rather all I was seeing was a punishment. But those act has actually prepared me for the adulthood and also for the time like this that the economy of the country has become so bad and has affected both the rich and the poor. To survive, everyone has been forced to farm.
For me, it was never a new thing. So I woke up that morning, and since it was a Saturday, I told my wife that we will be going to the farm so that we can do some weeding on the farm after which we can carry some firewood home since thieves are now entering the farm and stealing our woods.
My wife who was also trained in doing farm work by her mother is my best half because she never saw it as suffering or stress whenever I ask her to follow me to the farm rather, she is committed to doing everything to better our growing family. We headed to the farm and started weeding immediately we got there.
It was a whole day farm work as we weeded until evening because we wanted to cover a large portion of the farm as we hardly have time to visit the farm often. So when we finished, and it was time to go home, my wife suggested that we should carry some firewood home before thieves we pack everything.
It wasn't easy for me to buy the idea as I thought of the distance I will have to walk with the firewood on my head and how people will be looking at us carrying wood on our heads. But then, we had to swallow the pride, arranged some wood and carried it on our heads while we walked carefully out of the farm.
I never imagined my wife being this strong as she was still able to walk faster than I after working almost all day even with the firewood on her head. Imagine the distance she was given me as I had to walk a bit faster to catch up with her.
By the time we got home, we were so tired that all we could do was to freshened up, had our dinner and just retired to bed.
Thank for reading through my diary, I love you all.
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