He sat in the ruined field, head in his hands. The village children walked past, singing Power Nancy’s song: “Ukpe Chukwu… olu oma na-abịa n’oge ya.”
“See this?” Papa said. “A flood destroys. But a steady drop? It carves stone. Ukpe Chukwu is not God running to catch up with you. It is God walking beside you, setting the pace. The question is: will you walk that pace, or will you run ahead into the dark?” You searched for Ukpe chukwu by power nancy - HighlifeNg
Papa Onwuachi pointed to a small, gourd water-dropper he used to water his seedlings—drop by drop, for hours each day. He sat in the ruined field, head in his hands
“You fought against time, my son,” Papa said without looking up. “But time is not your enemy. Impatience is.” He sat in the ruined field