Chidi scoffed. “Easy for a song to say,” he muttered. “But my farm is struggling. My wife weeps at night. Where is this ‘step of God’ I keep hearing about?”
Chidi ran. She held a tiny bundle.
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Months passed. The rains came—not early, but exactly when the soil was ready. The yams grew deep, not fast. And one evening, as the sun set orange and heavy, Nkechi called out from the kitchen. Chidi scoffed