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 MrRansom along with two other union leaders, after a meeting of the leaders andmembers of the union in his compound, took it upon themselves to travel down towhere they were told they would apprehend Madam Cash. Perempe, who had plannedto follow, was begged by concerned members (and almost everyone was) to stayback as he felt really aggrieved over Madam Cash’s conduct and everyone

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 CHAPTER 6 ‘MAMABEN,’ MR RANSOM HAD STARTED, wondering how he would frame his case properly,‘please, your sister, Madam Cash …’‘Whichsister?’ the woman swiftly had responded. ‘Ah, in this market I have no sistero. My brother, sister, father and mother is my money. With my money, I pay for mytransport from home and also to go back. With my money, I buy my market.’Shehad

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 For treatment, orthodox and unorthodox means were suggested but with the torment deep inside him, Mr Ransom asked those around to quickly drag close his wife’s bag of bitter kola and he grabbed a handful and ate, even without peeling them, like sweets. While people were still contemplating how to reach the nearest chemist’s attendant whose doors were locked at that time of the day and

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 CHAPTER 5 PEREMPEONCE ON THAT GROTTY LANE behind the motor park on a visit to his brother hadbeen robbed. On a second visit, he had prayed he should meet the hoodlumsagain. The rest of the story reached the village via his brother who narratedit to old friends and close relations. And as it is said, no fare is paid fornews (especially rumour), the narrative went free of charge

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 They walked past the motor parks, big shops and bars and areas around the town’s two big markets for prey. Not seeing one quickly, they crossed the motorway into the dim and serene streets of the Government Reserved Area (GRA) where big fruit trees surrounded big houses owned by big men in government services.Den, Paul and Ken peeped through or over hedges, fences, walls and their gates.

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 CHAPTER 4 THOUGHTHE ‘EUROPEAN UNION SPONSORED’ PROJECTwas yet to take off, the small-scale cassava flour business thrived with itsunique gain and pain. Because of the large number of farmers involved inprocessing cassava in the four sections of the village, there was a glut ofcassava flour at a point in time. Buyers made a mess of the situation, hoodwinkingthe sellers. So the

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Grace knew of the secret the day their eldest daughter was caught smooching with a young fellow who had pretended to be a friend to the second son.The father was mad that she was getting spoiled and would not properly follow the footprints he deliberately planted for them so they would become great men and women in the future.Though she had narrowly escaped the blows he flung at her, Mr Ransom

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 CHAPTER 3 THEDAY FOR MILLING CASSAVA was like a tug of war. Out of seven days a week,only one was set aside for the farmers to bring out their produce and thebuyers to come and get it.Thearrangement was done to favour both parties, so the buyers would not come andgo back empty-handed hence wasting their fares and for the sellers to jointlybargain and get good returns for

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 CHAPTER 2 THERANSOMS’ COMPOUND was on an uneven path off the main road and had a largesignboard emblazoned with the words SITE FOR CASSAVA PROCESSING PLANT taggedwith SPONSORED BY THE EUROPEAN UNION WITH #6,000,000. The figure obviously didrepresent the amount expended or about to be expended by the sponsor. But whatwas not clear was the specific currency, whether dollars,

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 CHAPTER 1 WHATPROVOKED THE WRATH of the nanny goat was the wife of its owner, Mrs Ransom,this fateful day. She had pointed disdainfully at her and asked her youngestdaughter in a fit of anger if she wanted to be like the nanny goat’s teatsgiving milk only when repeatedly hit.Thenanny goat knew those words were directed at her. She had stayed that long inthe pen and had