Àwọn Àmì-ìwé Tí A Fẹ̀

The three brothers had been hard at work since the sun had shown the first traces of pink over the hills to the east. Now it was slowly sinking to the rim of the western cliffs and Owen ap-Jones, the eldest of the three, straightened his back painfully and leaned on the handle of his hoe. ‘That’s enough for today,’ he said.