Grandpa called last month to tell me of the land but i couldn’t tell why, I was busy keeping eyes on the traffic light and the road. It was so early and he sounded desperately troubled, I remember him lamenting about ownership, he said something about ‘it’ washing away, about elders who went for some meeting.
Now these days, I can imagine how it happened; the Chinese seated opposite the people’s Chief and someone taking the money on his behalf. Grandpa spoke of the dying Pra, the river, he talked of how much yams and palms were no longer yielding.

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