‘Ha! Ya, Mukoma,’ agreed my father. ‘There was a job there! You should have seen us! Up there with strips of bark and the fertiliser bags, and tying the plastic over the holes. Ha! There was a big job there, a big job.’ Lucia and I could not hide our smiles. ‘See, Jeremiah,’ praised Babamukuru, pleased with my father’s labour, ‘even your daughter is pleased when you have done a good job.’
assuming the men have done thevwork
