One late night during the planting season, known as oge unwu in Igbo land, a widow sent her only son to fetch some fire embers from a neighbor. The boy set off and decided to take a shortcut, passing under a massive breadfruit ( Ụkwa ) tree. As he walked beneath it, a heavy breadfruit suddenly fell from a branch, striking him on the head. The impact was fatal, and he was killed instantly. When his mother was alerted, she was overcome with sorrow and began to wail and lament. Gịnị g’emere m Ụkwa nooooo! O nwa’ele ele! Gịnị g’emere m Ụkwa nooooo! O nwa’ele ele! Ụkwa mere gịnị? Ụkwa dagburu nwa-Aka n’ụkpọrọ k’ọgara ngụtara nne ya ọkụ! Then, the Pestle divided the breadfruit. The widow started to wail and lament again: Gịnị g’emere m Obi nooooo! O nwa’ele ele! Gịnị g’emere m Obi nooooo! O nwa’ele ele! Obi mere gịnị? Obi mawara ụkwa. Ụkwa mere gịnị? Ụkwa dagburu nwa-Aka n’ụkpọrọ k’ọgara ngụtara nne ya ọkụ! Then, the termites ate the Pestle. She started to wail and lament again: G...
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