Elyadirf1

SYNOPSIS 

I am held bound by the wonderful experience my Ground Mother,Madam Iyono Ajogo  bequeathed to me. 

A sound life nurtured by the way of nature. 

She is pragmatic,bold and down -to-earth. Instead of pampering as other grannies do. 

She was frank enough to tell me  to always go with her to the farm to drink the down dew, as we were sneaking through the wet ears of grass by the farm paths at dawn. 

She was telling me, ‘Fande’ , the derogatory pronoun of Friday. I loved that sound as it echoes through all the fabrics of my being. 

All my marrow resound the tone like thunder claps. 

She always say “Land has a language, listen to understand.”

"Child," she said, "the land is a living, breathing entity. It has a rhythm, a heartbeat that we must learn to listen to and respect." 

Claws Of Time, is a simple narrative, from one of her various pre occupations, farming. 

She was a trader, a herbalist and she has indulged so many women in her clime. 

The tribe she cultivated. She was highly honoured and respected in the community.
Through my granny, I was always full headed for every task.

 I began to see in the farm the interconnectedness of all things, how every creature and plant was inextricably linked, each one relying on the others for survival.

She brightened my horizon of viewing things on a new pedestals.

"This is a dung beetle," she said, holding it cupped in her palm. Making me see value in all things.

 She said,"It plays a crucial role in the health of our soil, breaking down organic matter and returning nutrients to the earth." 

This is my story of growing up under a firm granny, ain't I not lucky? She was a star. May her rest be blessed. 
Thank you, Mother Iyono Ajogo.

© El-yadirf Adokauhil.

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Volume 1