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Half of the entire Saturday was spent already and Onome had completed her chores for the day.
 They all had Yam and pepper soup for breakfast and her mother was already soaking corn for the preparation of pap.
 Onome knew this meant one thing and that is going to the mill the following the day.
It was quite a distance and Onome usually felt tired by the time she is back, she dreaded the errand but had no choice!😒
 Onome soon began ironing her dress for church the next day. Her brothers had zoomed off to play football. Sometimes she felt like joining them but her eldest brother Kevwe would always say:
 "Stay back! I don't want those rascals to rough handle you."😙
 " Onome, you know say if you come back from school tomorrow, you go go grind this corn?" Onome's mother reminded her.
 She nodded her head to the affirmative.

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