THE FATHER'S SON (epistle 1)



She could not clothe the happening within but aired the excitement that gushed out of her guts like an eruption. Too hot it was for her, too heavy to hold. And though she tried to kill, but she was overtaken by atmosphere.
She could not control herself; jumping, noising, shouting around like a three year old kid running to welcome her mother who come back from the market.
She had longed for this day. She has prayed fervently in anticipation for this to adventure to be auctioned. So in her wide opened arms she embraced the good news.
She first broke the good news to her father on his sick bed in his hut. He, in his state swallowed the good news with joy.
 “Indeed, God has given me a son” he cried in his heart as tears rolled down his crispy cheeks.

AKAAHOOM had three wives without a male child. The unbeatable hunter of Akaa Community; respected by his age grade for his hunting skills which he combined with farming. His daughter Nguper took over from him.
She was his third child; she was a jack of all trades like her father and this made her difference from her sisters. She could not work full-time on the farm since her father was not capable to hunt any longer because of his health and age. She had to go from farm to trap grass cutters and rabbits for their soup.
She was the first child of her father who had ever passed the senior secondary school examination. The two first daughters; Nguher and Nguuma refused to go to school so when her time came she made the family proud, and the entire village as a whole been the first female to graduate from secondary school.
The news hatched viral to all the corners of the community.

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