THE STUBBORN MAN AND THE HELPFUL SPIRIT
long time ago spirits lived along side men on the same lands, to avoid clashes among men and spirit, certain days were set aside for the ethereal beings to go about the land with their activities. During these days, men were forbidden to go out of their houses to their farms or work
But there was a man in the land called Kiigbo Kiigba who had issues with the idea, it didn't matter if the days for the spirits were scanty all year round. He felt no one had the right to tell him when to stay home
When the first day came for men to stay home, Kiigbo Kiigba picked up his hoe and went to his farm. As he began tilling the land he heard unearthly voices 'who are you and what are you doing?
I am Kiigbo Kiigba, i am tilling my land, he responded.
Alright, we will help you' the voices responded
Suddenly a hundred hoes appeared from no where and began tilling the land. In a jiffy, the entire farm was tilled and Kiigbo went back home
On the second day that people were asked to stay home, Kiigbo picked up his cutlass and headed towards his farm. It was time to plant his yams, he thought.
He had barely begun planting when the ethereal voices called out 'who are you and what are you doing?
I am Kiigbo Kiigba and i am planting my yams, he answered
Alright, we will help you' the voices responded
In a jiffy, all the yam seedlings were planted and Kiigbo went back home
The third day came and humans were asked to stay home but Kiigbo thought it was time to harvest his yams. As Kiigbo began to dig up the first yam, he heard the voices he was now familiar with
'who are you and what are you doing? I am Kiigbo Kiigba and i am harvesting my yams
Alright, we will help you' the voices responded
Before Kiigbo finished harvesting the yam he was working on, all the yams had been harvested and gathered into a big heap. As Kiigbo was done harvesting a single yam, he realized the yam wasn't ripe for harvest, none of the yams were ripe for harvest. Normally he would have stopped at a single yam but now it was too late. His entire crop had been ruined by these helpful spirits
Kiigbo began to lament 'woe is me' he cried out as he hit his head with both hands in sorrow but he heard the ethereal voices once more 'who are you and what are you doing?
I am Kiigbo Kiigba and i am hitting my head in sorrow, he cried out
Alright, we will help you
A hundred hands appeared and began to hit Kiigbo's head. IT WAS THE END OF HIS THINKING DAYS
long time ago spirits lived along side men on the same lands, to avoid clashes among men and spirit, certain days were set aside for the ethereal beings to go about the land with their activities. During these days, men were forbidden to go out of their houses to their farms or work
But there was a man in the land called Kiigbo Kiigba who had issues with the idea, it didn't matter if the days for the spirits were scanty all year round. He felt no one had the right to tell him when to stay home
When the first day came for men to stay home, Kiigbo Kiigba picked up his hoe and went to his farm. As he began tilling the land he heard unearthly voices 'who are you and what are you doing?
I am Kiigbo Kiigba, i am tilling my land, he responded.
Alright, we will help you' the voices responded
Suddenly a hundred hoes appeared from no where and began tilling the land. In a jiffy, the entire farm was tilled and Kiigbo went back home
On the second day that people were asked to stay home, Kiigbo picked up his cutlass and headed towards his farm. It was time to plant his yams, he thought.
He had barely begun planting when the ethereal voices called out 'who are you and what are you doing?
I am Kiigbo Kiigba and i am planting my yams, he answered
Alright, we will help you' the voices responded
In a jiffy, all the yam seedlings were planted and Kiigbo went back home
The third day came and humans were asked to stay home but Kiigbo thought it was time to harvest his yams. As Kiigbo began to dig up the first yam, he heard the voices he was now familiar with
'who are you and what are you doing? I am Kiigbo Kiigba and i am harvesting my yams
Alright, we will help you' the voices responded
Before Kiigbo finished harvesting the yam he was working on, all the yams had been harvested and gathered into a big heap. As Kiigbo was done harvesting a single yam, he realized the yam wasn't ripe for harvest, none of the yams were ripe for harvest. Normally he would have stopped at a single yam but now it was too late. His entire crop had been ruined by these helpful spirits
Kiigbo began to lament 'woe is me' he cried out as he hit his head with both hands in sorrow but he heard the ethereal voices once more 'who are you and what are you doing?
I am Kiigbo Kiigba and i am hitting my head in sorrow, he cried out
Alright, we will help you
A hundred hands appeared and began to hit Kiigbo's head. IT WAS THE END OF HIS THINKING DAYS
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