Once, there lived a man in a countryside. He had seven daughters, they all preferred to carry out their farming activities individually, it made them look quite incapable with all of them trying to meet up with time whenever they visited the farm. He used to tell them about unity; that if they come together they could achieve a common goal- quicker and better. His advice usually fell on deaf ears.
One day, the first girl was terribly ill. She couldn’t visit the farm during her sick period which lasted almost two months. By the time she had visited her farm it was allbush and over-grown. She felt bad because no one helped her, she had wished they did.
The second sister was weak one morning, she said she wasn’t to strong to go for harvest that day as planned. Later on, she felt her siblings would help her harvest, which never happened. Later that evening, it rained heavily, her farm beds were water-logged. She couldn’t harvest till two weeks before it dried up. The cocoayam which she planted was almost rotten by the time she harvested. She also wished they had help her.
The third sister had a mini poultry. She forgot to pick up the eggs the hens layed one day, when she finally remembered later that evening, she sped up to the farm to pick them up, they were all cracked. She felt bad, her losses were great that day. She felt bad because she would have told the rest.
Their father observed these things so he called them together one morning. He advised them to be each other’s keeper, help one another so things won’t go bad. He recalled the cocoayam harvest and the poultry that they would have helped in them them, and that they needed unity in whatever they did.
They realized that been alone is tiring and quite stressful in the home, and that they needed each other to survive.
They promised to always help each other in their farming activities and other things they do.
Moral: United we stand, divided we fall.
