They had barely worked for two hours when Mazi Nduka stormed into the farmland.
“Who is that? What is happening here?” Nduka demanded, “Who authorized you to come into this land and work? Oh! Is it you? Look, this little boy, you are just proving to be too stubborn, it is the stubborn fly that follows the corpse to the grave. For your own sake, leave this land and go home to your wife.”
Chika and Chima stopped working and were staring at him. Chima looked so confused; he was wondering what this was all about. He looked at his brother to see his reaction, but could not tell much from the cold and expressionless face.
“You are just wasting your time,” Nduka continued, “My family and I are going to cultivate on this land this season. You better go to your wicked father’s numerous plots of
