In a small village located in otukpo, Benue State, Nigeria. Grandma Mary tended to her sweet potato farm with unwavering determination. The rainy season had arrived with its promise of abundant growth, and grandma knew it was time to nurture her beloved crops.
At dawn, as the first droplets of rain kissed the thirsty earth, Grandma set out with her trusty hoe and baskets. Her old but nimble hands dug into the moist soil, she made ridges and carefully planting sprouts she had lovingly nurtured since spring. Each sweet potato plant was like a child to her, and she whispered encouragement to them as she worked.
Throughout the day, the rain came and went in gentle waves, soaking the earth and coaxing the plants to stretch their roots deeper. Grandma, undeterred by the wetness seeping through her worn shoes, moved across her fields, checking each row for weeds and pests. Her weathered face broke into a smile as she noticed the tender leaves unfurling under the nourishing rain.
As the weeks passed, Grandma's farm transformed into a sea of vibrant green leaves, a testament to her hard work and the generosity of the rainy season. The villagers marveled at her dedication, often stopping by to chat and admire the progress. Grandma would share stories of her youth, of even heavier rains and harder times, but always with a glint of optimism in her eyes.
Months later, as the rainy season drew to a close, Grandma's sweet potatoes grew even better. A testament to her resilience and love for the land.
It's obvious soonest, Grandma will produce a fruitful harvest from her farmland.
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