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ly got a third of the harvest. But for a
young man whose father had no yamsthere was no other way.
And what made it worse in Okonkwo's case was that he had to
support his mother and two sisters from his meagre harvest. And
supporting his mother also meant supporting his father. She could
not be expected to cook and eat while her husband starved. And so
at a very early age when he was striving desperately to build a barn
through share-cropping Okonkwo was also fending for his father's
house. It was like pouring grains of corn into a bag full of holes.
His mother and sisters worked hard enoughbut they grew
women's cropslike coco-yamsbeans and cassava. Yamthe king
of cropswas a man's crop.
The year that Okonkwo took eight hundred seed-yams from
Nwakibie was the worst year in living memory. Nothing happened
at its proper time- it was either too early or too late. It seemed as if
the world had gone mad. The first rains were lateandwhen they
camelasted only a brief moment. The blazing sun returnedmore
fierce than it had ever been knownand scorched all the green that
had appeared with the rains. The earth burned like hot coals and
roasted all the yams that had been sown. Like all good farmers
Okonkwo had begun to sow with t [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]yilai:
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