When I got to the village, it wasn’t much of a problem settling down because my mum was from the eastern part of the country and I spent a good part of my childhood vacations with her relatives in the village hence, I was very fluent in Igbo, the language of the east. It wasn’t difficult to find an elderly woman who was willing to rent one of the rooms in the small house she shared with her son to me at a fair price.
The people of this village were known to be kind to strangers- history had it that many years ago, one of their gods in form of a weary looking man had visited the house of a widowed woman one night. And due to the hospitality shown to the human- god, it blessed the community and that led to a very bountiful harvest that year. So it was a law to always be kind to strangers; you never know when a god will come visiting.
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