“I am tired of this baby,” Yomo had complained with rather loud voice to her very beautiful 35 years old mother as they entered the compound.
Her mother took a brief glance at her and turned to greet the old man who was sitting on a little piece of log by the tree.“Welcome” she greeted, wondering if he’d been waiting for a long time.

“Thank you… is sengbe around?”
“No, he went out before us.”

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