I could see the sun smiling above the horizon. The cock crowed with high tempo. The brand new day had arrived with a smiling demeanor. People started stepping out of their coven while he was busy romancing with his bed. Just in the blinking of the eye the just young day had turned old. And he said tomorrow Id stepped out early and do all the necessary job thats left undone today. But the history repeated itself the following day. In Osa village its a punishable offence to steal. Stealing attracts two years imprisonment. Most men in this village are of substance. They rose when the day was still at the embryonic stage. Farming is the major occupation. But he found it hard to adapt to the system of the village. Waking early was not his thing. And when it was mid-day no one dar...
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