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Ezinma ran in the direction of the barn and brought back two yams from the dwarf wall.
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At that moment they heard someone crying just outside their compound. It was very much like Obiageli, Nwoye's sister.
"Is that not Obiageli weeping?" Ekwefi called across the yard to Nwoye's mother.
"Yes," she replied. "She must have broken her waterpot."
The weeping was now quite close and soon the children filed in, carrying on their heads various sizes of pots suitable to their years. Ikemefuna came first with the biggest pot, closely followed by Nwoye and his two younger brothers. Obiageli brought up the rear, her face streaming with tears. In her hand was the cloth pad on which the pot should have rested on her head.
"What happened?" her mother asked, and Obiageli told her mournful story. Her mother consoled her and promised to buy her her another pot.