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Chidi wanted to throw a clod of dirt at them. But instead, he listened. Really listened.

He poured the chemicals onto his yam mounds. For two weeks, the leaves grew huge and green. Chidi smiled. “See? No waiting needed.”

Papa Onwuachi pointed to a small, gourd water-dropper he used to water his seedlings—drop by drop, for hours each day. You searched for Ukpe chukwu by power nancy - HighlifeNg

Chidi ran. She held a tiny bundle.

In the small, bustling village of Nkwoegwu, there lived a young farmer named Chidi. Chidi was known for his strong back and his weak heart—not a sickly heart, but an impatient one. He wanted things now . He wanted his yams to sprout the day after planting. He wanted the market prices to rise the moment he arrived. And most of all, he wanted a son. Chidi wanted to throw a clod of dirt at them

That evening, the oldest man in the village, Papa Onwuachi, called Chidi to his hut. The old man was carving a wooden bird.

But on the third week, a strange yellow blight spread across his farm. The very speed of the growth had weakened the roots. In one night, half his crop rotted. He poured the chemicals onto his yam mounds

“A son,” she whispered, tears streaming. “He came… in his own time.”