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Submitted to Contest #105
It was morning. Mom could only provide porridge from her old guinea corn flour— flour, which even a hungry goat would not eat. Holding his little cup, Saafaayir incessantly threw peeps into the other cups. 'I have been cheated,' he thought. Each person had only something little to keep going. It was as if they were prisoners who ate their daily ration. Dikpa was the father of Saafaayir, Dabajuun and Solomon. Kaarmah, the mother of the three boys, was his wife. They were from Dabuoyir. Dabajuun was the eldest and Solomon t...
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