The Harvest Of Hardship - S01 E05

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The Harvest Of Hardship - S01 E05

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 5

The sun rose and the sun set, day after day and month after month. Years passed like shadows moving slowly across a white wall. The house that used to feel big to two small boys now felt small as they grew into teenagers. The village changed too. New houses were built, and the old trees grew taller, but the rules in Aunt Clara’s house stayed exactly the same. In fact, the rules became even harder for Seyi.

Tobi and Seyi were no longer the little children who played in the dirt. They were now young men, but they looked like they came from two different worlds. Tobi had grown very tall. He was heavy and soft. His skin was smooth and glowing because he never spent a single minute working under the hot sun. Tobi spent his days sitting on the soft sofa, watching television, or lying on his bed. He ate the best parts of every meal, and he always had the newest clothes. His hands were as soft as a baby’s hands because the heaviest thing he ever lifted was a television remote or a bag of chips.

Seyi was different. He was also tall, but he was lean and very strong. His body was corded with muscles that he did not ask for. These were muscles made from years of carrying heavy water buckets, lifting big bags of rice, and cutting thick grass in the garden. His skin was dark and tough from the sun. His face was always serious, and his eyes were full of thoughts that he never shared with anyone. While Tobi grew soft, Seyi grew hard. While Tobi grew lazy, Seyi grew wise. Seyi had learned how to fix things around the house because Aunt Clara refused to pay for a repairman. He knew how to fix a leaking roof, how to mend a broken chair, and how to make a dull knife sharp again.

One Tuesday afternoon, the heat was very heavy. The air felt thick, and everyone was moving slowly. Seyi was in his small corner, trying to read a math textbook. He had an important exam the next day. Even though he worked all day, he always tried to find a few minutes to study. He loved numbers. To Seyi, numbers made sense. They were fair. If you added two and two, you always got four. Numbers never lied to him, and they never treated him poorly.

In the other room, Tobi was also lying on his bed with a textbook. But Tobi was not studying. He was staring at the pages with a confused look on his face. The numbers and the letters looked like tiny ants crawling across the paper. Tobi did not understand math. He did not want to understand it. He wanted everything to be easy. He wanted the answers to just appear in his head without any work.

Suddenly, a loud noise came from the kitchen. It was the sound of metal hitting the floor, followed by Aunt Clara’s angry voice. "Seyi! Get in here right now!" she screamed.

Seyi put his book down quickly. His heart sank. He knew that tone of voice. He walked into the kitchen and saw Aunt Clara standing over the cooking stove. There was a smell of gas in the air, and the stove looked cold and dead.

"The stove is broken," Clara said, pointing her finger at it. "I was trying to make dinner and it just stopped. Fix it, Seyi. Now."

Seyi looked at the stove and then thought about his exam. "But Auntie," he said softly, "I have a big math exam tomorrow morning. I need to study for just two more hours so I can pass. Can the stove wait until I am done?"

Clara laughed, but it was not a kind laugh. It was a cold and sharp sound. "You have an exam? Who cares about your exam?" she said. She walked over to the door and pointed toward Tobi’s room. "Tobi has the exam. Tobi is the one who will become a great man. You are the one who makes sure this house runs. Tobi has the exam, but you have the stove. Now, stop talking and fix it before I lose my temper."

Seyi felt a deep pain in his chest. It was not a physical pain, but the pain of being treated like he did not matter. He looked at his aunt, and for a moment, he wanted to say no. He wanted to tell her that he was also a student, that he was also smart, and that he deserved a future just as much as Tobi did. But he saw the way her hand was resting on a heavy wooden spoon, and he knew it was not the time to fight.

He knelt on the hard kitchen floor and began to take the stove apart. He did not have proper tools, so he had to use an old butter knife and a pair of rusty pliers. As he worked, he could hear Tobi in the next room. Tobi was groaning and complaining about how hard the math was.

"This is impossible!" Tobi shouted. "Mom, tell Seyi to come and give me the answers! My head hurts!"

Clara did not tell Seyi to help. She was too busy watching him work on the stove, making sure he did not take a break. Seyi ignored Tobi’s voice. He focused all his mind on the stove. He looked at the pipes and the valves. He looked at the way the fuel moved through the lines. Even though he had never been taught how to fix a stove, his mind worked quickly. He began to see the logic of the machine. He realized that a small piece of dirt had blocked the fuel line.

While he was trying to clear the block, his hand slipped. The metal was sharp, and the stove was still a bit hot from Clara’s earlier attempt to cook. Seyi’s finger pressed against a hot pipe, and he felt a sharp sting. "Ouch," he whispered, pulling his hand back. His finger was red and starting to blister. It hurt very badly, but he did not cry. He had learned a long time ago that crying in this house only brought more trouble.

He sucked on his burnt finger for a second and then went back to work. He used a thin wire to poke through the fuel line. He worked with care and patience. He was learning how things worked. He realized that if he understood how the fuel moved, he could control the fire. It was a powerful feeling. He felt like he was smarter than the machine. He felt like he was smarter than Tobi, who couldn't even understand a simple math problem.

By evening, the sun was starting to go down. The kitchen was getting dark. Seyi put the last screw back into the stove and turned the knob. He heard a clicking sound, and then, a beautiful blue flame flickered to life. The stove was fixed.

"It is done, Auntie," Seyi said, wiping his greasy hands on a rag.

Clara came over and looked at the flame. She did not say thank you. She did not ask about his burnt finger. She just nodded. "Good. Now get out of my way so I can cook for my son. He is exhausted from all that studying."

Seyi walked to the sink to wash the grease and gas from his hands. The water felt cool on his burnt finger, but the sting was still there. He was tired. His back ached from kneeling on the floor, and his head felt heavy. He just wanted to go back to his book and try to learn a few more equations before he had to sleep.

Just then, Tobi walked into the kitchen. He looked fresh and rested. He had changed into a clean t-shirt and was wearing a pair of expensive headphones around his neck. He looked at the stove and then at the pot Clara was putting on the fire.

"I am hungry," Tobi demanded, his voice loud and rude. "I have been studying so hard that I feel like I am going to faint. Seyi, I want noodles. Make them for me right now. And put an egg in it. Make it quick."

Seyi stopped washing his hands. He stood very still. He looked at his burnt finger, which was now a bright, angry red. He thought about how he had spent the last three hours on the floor fixing the stove while Tobi did nothing. He thought about how Tobi had everything, while he had nothing but hard work and a burnt hand.

A feeling of fire started to grow in Seyi’s stomach. It was a feeling he had been holding back for many years. It was the feeling of a boy who was tired of being a slave. He turned around and looked Tobi right in the eyes.

"Make them yourself, Tobi," Seyi said.

The kitchen went completely silent. The only sound was the hissing of the blue flame on the stove. Clara stopped what she was doing. She turned around slowly, her eyes wide with shock. Tobi also looked shocked. He blinked his eyes, not believing what he had just heard. No one had ever said no to him in this house.

"What did you say?" Tobi asked, his voice getting higher. "Did you just tell me to do it myself? Do you know who you are talking to?"

"I said make them yourself," Seyi repeated. His voice was steady and calm, but there was a strength in it that had never been there before. "I fixed the stove so the food could be cooked. My hand is burnt and I have an exam to study for. You have hands, Tobi. You can boil water. You can make your own noodles."

Tobi stepped forward, his face turning red with anger. "You lazy servant! You think because you fixed a stove you are better than me? Mom, are you hearing him? He is being disrespectful!"

Clara did not wait for Tobi to finish. She moved across the kitchen with a speed that was terrifying. Before Seyi could move or protect himself, her hand flew through the air.

The slap was so loud that it seemed to echo through the entire house. It was a hard, stinging blow that landed right on Seyi’s cheek. His head snapped to the side, and he felt his skin turn hot and painful. The force of the slap made him stumble back against the sink.

Seyi did not move. He did not put his hand to his face. He just stood there, his head still turned to the side. The kitchen was silent again, but this time the silence was heavy and dangerous. Clara was breathing hard, her chest heaving with rage. Tobi was smiling now, a mean and nasty smile. He liked seeing Seyi get punished.

"You will never speak to my son like that again," Clara hissed, her face inches from Seyi’s. "You will learn your place, or I will throw you out into the street where you belong. Do you understand me?"

Seyi slowly turned his head back to look at her. His cheek was bright red, and his eyes were dark. He did not say a word. He did not apologize. He just stared at her. In that moment, Clara felt a small chill run down her spine. There was something in Seyi’s eyes that she had never seen before. It was not fear. It was not sadness. It was something much more powerful. It was the look of a person who was no longer afraid of the pain.

Seyi turned away from them. He walked out of the kitchen and toward the back door. He did not go to his room. He did not go to his books. He walked out into the dark yard, leaving the house behind him.

Inside the kitchen, Clara and Tobi stood still. The blue flame of the stove was still burning, bright and steady. But the peace of the house was gone. The slap had changed everything. The harvest of hardship was growing, and the fruit was becoming very bitter.

What will Seyi do now that he has finally stood up for himself? Will Clara find a way to break his spirit again, or has the fire inside him grown too big to be put out? The next day is the exam, and everything is about to change.

Do you think Seyi was right to tell Tobi to make his own noodles?

Why does Clara think Tobi’s exam is more important than Seyi’s exam?

Seyi fixed the stove even though he was never taught how. What does this tell us about his character?

How do you think the slap will change the relationship between Seyi and his aunt?

Do you think Seyi will still go to his exam the next morning?

Do not miss the next shocking episode!

The tension has reached a boiling point! Seyi has felt the sting of a slap, but he has also felt the power of saying "no." The harvest is coming, and it will be more intense than ever before. Will Seyi find a way to escape this life of pain, or will the weight of hardship finally crush him?