Koda;
"It seems they were right. You can take the boy out of the farm, but you can never take the farm out of the boy!" Kishan laughs as we till the ground side by side, and I join him in laughter as I wipe beads of sweat off my head.
"Ah! I wouldn't lie, I'm struggling a bit. It feels like ages since I last held a farming tool." I confess, and Kisah laughs with a dismissive wave of a hand as he focuses back on the heaps he's building.
"Nah. You're doing good." He replies, and I smile as I look back at the messy head in front of me.
I don't know what had possessed me to join Kishan at the farm this morning. Since Seun's gotten better, he's been stealing mornings to come to work, and this morning, I felt like joining him.
Watching him swing his hoe into the soil with so much calm strength and composure, it was easy to see that he wasn't working for himself. He was working for his family. For his partner and his newborn child. A family man.
