![]() ![]() The personal dynamism required to counter the forces of these extremes of weather would be far too great for the human frame. He could not stop the rain now, just as he would not attempt to start it in the heart of the dry season, without serious danger to his own health. And now the rains had really come, so heavy and persistent that even the village rain-maker no longer claimed to be able to intervene. The women weeded the farm three times at definite periods in the life of the yams, neither early not late. The yams were then staked, first with little sticks and later with tall and big tree branches. As the rains became heavier the women planted maize, melons and beans between yam mounds. The young tendrils were protected from earth-heat with rings of sisal leaves. For three or four moons it demanded hard work and constant attention from cock-crow till the chickens went back to roost. Yam, the king of crops, was a very exacting king. One man tied his cloth to a tree branch and hanged himself. That year the harvest was sad, like a funeral, and many farmers wept as they dug up the miserable and rotting yams. The yams put on luxuriant green leaves, but every farmer knew that without sunshine the tubers would not grow. The spell of sunshine which always came in the middle of the wet season did not appear. But it went from day to day without a pause. Trees were uprooted and deep gorges appeared everywhere. For days and nights together it poured down in violent torrents, and washed away the yam heaps. He still had the eight hundred from Nwakibie and the four hundred from his father’s friend. The yams he had sown before the drought were his own, the harvest of the previous. But the drought continued for eight market weeks and the yams were killed… Okonkwo planted what was left of his seed-yams when the rains finally returned. He changed them every day, and prayed that the rain might fall in the night. But by the end of the day the sisal rings were burned dry and gray. He had tried to protect them from the smoldering earth by making rings of thick sisal leaves around them. In the morning he went back to his farm and saw the withering tendrils. He watched the sky all day for signs of rain clouds and lay awake all night. He had sown four hundred seeds when the rains dried up and the heat returned. Like all good farmers, Okonkwo had began to sow with the first rains. The earth burned like hot coals and roasted all the yams that had been sown. The blazing sun returned, more fierce than it had ever been known, and scorched all the green that had appeared with the rains. The first rains were late, and, when they came, lasted only a brief moment. Nothing happened at its proper time it was either too early or too late. The year that Okonkwo took eight hundred seed-yams from Nwakibie was the worst year in living memory. Somedays ill make another trip to this song and just cry.because somedays ill have a wnole story in my head frol the day and yet all i really get is a “wow” and a cold sholder woth a side of silant treatment.yeah gotta love it Comment by. □its VeeRY DooPee️ Comment by Timetraveler_3005 This will forever be my favorite song when im sad. Ive been listening to this for 5 hours on loop. Sag mir, was du an mir hasst! Was auch immer es tut, es tut mir leid! Comment by Love Ja!! Ich weiß, ich kann dramatisch sein, aber alle sagten, wir hätten es geschafft!! Comment by Hans ![]() This song is so nostalgic Comment by ABIRPAUL-A7 ❤️ Comment by ۦۦ ۦۦ ۦۦ ۦۦ princessantonionqobilemhlongo Comment by ReaperTv Late Breachingįunny wonder why that day sounds right Comment by ۦۦ ۦۦ ۦۦ ۦۦ princessantonionqobilemhlongo ![]() Maaaannn is anything real anymore.□□□□ this hits hard recently. This song always makes it feel like its gonna be ok Comment by Nessa.Lov3 Not a massive illenium fan but this one is sick Comment by ZvibesĪll this is happening to me□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□ Comment by The Native Shoshone You shoould really stop Comment by Remote Even if im in pain, i still love this song for everything it has done for me and to me when i really needed something to hold onto. yout my past for a reason □ Comment by mushroom tearsĮverytime my cloud is on shuffle and this comes on, i just start jumping and crying joyful tears. OMG□□I moan very loudly□□□□ Comment by Courtney Jimenez That night when we fogged up the windows in your best friends car,Ĭause we couldn’t leave the windows down in december When you said it was real guess I really did believe you,ĭid you fake, how you feel, when we parked down by the river that night I guess that sometimes good things fall apart ![]()
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