Farming was her means of livelihood, so every morning before the cock gave its shrill crow, she and the children left the house trodding towards the farmland where they tilled the ground and planted seeds. But this farming season was the first of its kind she had seen. As the rain fell too little and the sun smiled down too fiercely, burning up everything and her plants were no exception. Darting her eyes across her barren farmland, she wondered how they were going to survive the hunger that came with drought. She took out her hoe and began digging the ground as she had done in the past weeks with hope that she might find something to grace their plates for tonight's dinner and as usual, there was nothing. So she started walking out of the farm where she stumbled on a pile of brown sand. She kicked at it but her leg met with a tuber of yam. She picked the small tuber of yam and even though she was expecting a barn full of yam, she was happy she saw this one. At least, they won't go to bed hungry again and that thought warmed her heart