Ruyi's World of Books & Stories

One morning, Obiefule woke up very sick and tired. He could not get on his feet. He called out to his wife and son. Ekwe was the first to get into the room. “Father, you called me. What is it?” “My son, you will go to the farm alone today.” He adjusted and coughed a bit. “Why?” Ekwe asked and walked quietly to the bedside. He held his hand. “Be strong, father. You know we still have much work to do on the farm.” Obiefule nodded slowly. He cleared his throat. He raised his head a bit, “You are right, my boy. I am feverish. I will need to get some medications to get back on my feet...” Obiageli entered the room. “Good morning, my love,” she greeted and went down on her knees. Obiefule placed his hand on her shoulder, he replied, “Good morning, darling. I have just instructed Ekwe to go to the farm.” “What about you? Are you not going with us?” she inquired with a broad grin. He shook his head. “I will not. I am very sick. My body aches everywhere. You will stay to give me...