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MUSTARD I – Ch. 12 | KT OLLA

MORO, Oji and Daleka seemed to be the last people in their new-found land to catch up with news... 

For the travellers had been trying so hard to settle, when the town had planned moving.

Still it wasn’t these men alone who didn’t know that their town was moving. The remote farm villages also didn’t hear a thing.

No, the village heads hadn’t reported all the while that the town might move sometime in future. As none of the chiefs knew when it would be.

Even still, the distant future suddenly turned to Now in the ears of the chiefs of Ede Land...

As the ruler made the move, and his new step became news.

Now it had been the case that the former township of Ede was built on a rocky ground. Far north of a river named Oshun (now spelt as ‘Oṣun’).

The town was far-removed from the moving stream. And getting down to water from the mountain slope was a whole day hike.

It was that hard to find water.

Therefore the main town was running out of their springs when Moro and his brothers arrived...

And the people were already faced with a problem that would make them shift base.

Still, this was Destiny.

Yes, that day when Moro caught up with the news, he had just decided to shelve the marriage matter.

It was just past the second harvest season for corn. And Moro was on his farm ground when the news arrived his village.

He was quite occupied with work, burning corn debris in the heat of the season.

It was Oji and Daleka who brought him news. So they went running to his farm when they heard it.

‘Brother! Have you heard the land is moving?’ Daleka was faster than the other.

‘The whole town is moving! Brother, the land is moving!’

Moro looked back at the screaming lad, as he came charging at him.

The quiet farmer simply stepped aside to avoid a head-on collision, while he asked:

‘What meaning has that got? Why will the land move? Who will move it? And what has that got to do with me?’

Oji walked into the farm behind the running one.

‘Brother, we can live like the townspeople! We can build homes, too. I mean in the mainland!’

Moro felt a bit more confused about everything.

He was the eldest, so he sounded a warning note.

‘Will you keep blabbering like this? Or will give thought to your words?’

The young man was rather frustrated as it were. He was dealing with a lot of burdens.

He was the one responsible for his brothers. Even though they worked on his farm to earn their keep.

He was also the one hit by the concerns for his farm proceeds.

Yes, Moro had grown quite a bit from the few responsibilities he came to shoulder...

Still they were burdens that he was dealing with. And he was quite frustrated as things were.

Even so, his brothers had brought him good news. And they weren’t afraid of his temper now.

They’d make him excited at all cost.

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