Kwame Wekesa sat on the ground in front of his modest home, wondering about the future of his family.
The weather wasn't helping anyone---the ancestral spirits seemed to have abandoned all the farmers---the earth itself was snubbing seeds...
Perhaps he should visit the city, talk to those (what were they called?) development people...
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Kwame got new seeds---new tools (very unfriendly tools)---had to get help to read the "manuals" from the development people---thought his ancestral spirits might be nervous...
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Six months passed---nothing improved---his family was beginning to starve...
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One of the Big Countries sent food---Kwame and his family rationed what they got, very carefully.
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Other folks came to visit, rather like the development people; but, they came to Kwame, he didn't have to go to them; they asked him many questions; they lived in tents and visited the fields with him---more questions, then they all talked with themselves and on their radios.
Later, a helicopter arrived with three more people and some strange tools.
Kwame then learned that most of the tools had been made according to a plan devised from his own answers to all the many questions these folks had asked him---he got along with the tools as if they were old friends...
They taught him about making the air get more moist with a very strange machine---he didn't understand but they told him he'd helped them make the strange machine...
They also brought seeds just like the ones he used to have---he fed the seeds from the first group of development people to his starving cow (praying it wouldn't get sick...).
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New sprouts two months later.
Three more months and there were baby vegetables.
Two years later and Kwame was forming a collective with his neighboring farmer friends that helped them all begin to export food.
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Three years later:
Kwame held his new son---thought about those kind folk who'd asked him so many questions---decided they were friends of his ancestral spirits.........
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