He argues that he almost gave up on ploughing this year after learning from his neighbour’s television news that there was going to be below-normal rain. It was in the first week of November, he claims, when the television warned that there were not going to be enough rains. He still holds a grudge against his neighbour. He accuses the neighbour of trying to discourage him by using a lying TV set on him.
Uncle Sporo offered me maize cobs and watermelons for my trip back to the city. He also uttered a few words that still haunt me – “remember that I must get that diff before Shonkololo sells it to another customer”.