There are ways or you can call it patterns which my parents usually teach us certain lessons at home.
One day, my father wanted to make us realize that truly ‘’hard work pays’’, this was done in conjunction with my mother. They took us to the backyard, when we arrived at the backyard, lest I forget, we had a little poultry primarily for our family consumption, also sell some chickens to family friends and give out some to people.The faeces from the poultry was put in a sack. My father right before us planted a small part of a yam, he turned to us and said ‘’the name of this yam is Eni ise irije ’’, meaning he who doesn’t work won’t or shouldn’t eat, or better put as ‘’Nothing ventured, Nothing won’’. I smiled and almost laughed, you might wonder why! I couldn’t fathom why a yam should have a name! lol!
He would always put faeces from the poultry around the soil where the yam was planted, and referred to it as the MANURE, I also witnessed my mother watering it occasionally. Whenever weeds grow around the yam plant, it was the responsibility of either me or any of my siblings to take them off the environment of ‘’Eni ise irije ‘’. Lol!
The process continued for some months, I was eagerly awaiting the harvest of ‘’Eni ise irije’’, within me, I was expecting the harvest of a normal yam that a person will often purchase from the market, but guess what, I was totally wrong!
On a beautiful day, my father gathered everyone, I also recall that a guy who works with him was present with the family. He said ‘’today Eni ise irije will come forth, out of the ground, but we have to join hands together to bring it out from the ground’’, I felt it was a joke of the century!, I was reasoning with me ‘’how will a yam need few hands to get out of the ground?!’’.
If you have ever been to a farm, you’ll know that it only take one person to take out a yam from the ground.
We began to dig repeatedly, and got close to ‘’Eni ise irije’’, I was seriously amazed by what I saw, an enormous yam, such that I’ve never seen before in my life! A yam that took the effort of three young guys to take out from the ground. I look at my parents astonishingly, ‘’Eni ise irije’’ was carried from the point of harvest into the house.
It was indeed a day I’ll forever live to remember! ‘’Hard work truly pays’’.