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 381 hitting a bent rod straight with the hammer, gripping a rod with the vice and then with a marker showing the point to be cut or bent, in metre, centimetre, inch or foot - I was quite eager to learn all the tricks in the trade of welding  but I was convinced my leg I would not be bending  in taking it as a profession because of the light  from the welding machine for they never got it right  with all the protective covering around the eyes. Rather, the soundbox across the hedge got me enticed. 382 Shortly after we started the new session  in school, the adult Ehkpo masquerade season  rolled in. In the serenity of the night, their hoots and drumming with the breeze took flight  from the village square into homes in and around  our clan. The grip of the masquerade in the town  wasn't so tight as in the outskirts. The welders and other artisans from there moved to shelters of their kith or kin tentatively in the heart  of the town ...

 371 as husband. But Moonit had no choice. She'd given herself away when she did toss cheaply herself at the boy (the elders believed) but all that was being done was to see that relieved of any bondage of guilt was Ma Moonit as it was ingrained quite deep in most folks' minds, especially the males, that the mother had an inkling the gates were being crashed by the daughter. How would she not know these deeds would hurt her? 372 Pa Moonit wasn't around. Moonit lost her father a few years back as he coughed persistently till his demise. From things surfed from the net, I now believe what killed him was tuberculosis - scanty and dim was the knowledge of this deadly disease which left Moonit and her sisters deceased quite early in life. Now, I'd answer  that question that for long had lingered  373 in your mind - how came Ma Moonit was the co-wife of my grandma? They did, that is the two women, marry the same man who was the uncle to Pa Moonit. In our clan, it was traditio...