I was sorry and regretted ever being heady and for ever being friendly with the gang. "But I always told you to keep off bad company," my mother said, weeping. "But you are the one who spoilt him. It is all your fault."
My father turned to my mother and heaped the blame on her. In fact, he took the heat on her and really tongue lashed her. "You will go to the village to stay with mother and learn how to tap palm wine for a living," my father said to me later that evening.