Stories, Lessons and Humour.

For the longest time, there's a way I remember it. The Cocoyam plants and bananas took over the most part of our compound. They were everywhere in the backyard and housed the cats that strolled in to the compound. My mum detested them. Who is them?, you'd ask. The cats, the cocoyam and the banana. She said at night you couldn't tell if an animal was hiding under them or if they were housing the burglar from the next compound. Worse off you couldn't get rid of them, everytime they were cut down somehow they'd sprout again and in a short while. It was as though the men of old who lived or farmed there had dedicated the land to cocoyam and bananas. It really bothered us. How did they come about? Who first put them there? How did they make sure they outlived the other plants in the compound? How are they so resistant to everything. We never could tell but one thing was sure, something had been done and now we were dealing with the consequences of their actions, thoug...