Everyone wanted to know where the sun went. "Maybe the sun is dead," some people said. "The sun has travelled," said others. Aku disagreed, "No, the sun is not dead. And the sun has not travelled. Or it would have first told me." Some people chuckled at what Aku said. She continued anyway, "I tell the truth. The sun is my friend. The sun is not dead. It is only –". But no one would hear anymore. Everyone forgot about the sun. They laughed hard at Aku. The children laughed too. The children's laughter pained Aku the most. Sad like the sky, Aku hastened into her house. On the way, she accidentally kicked her brother's football. The ball rolled into the kitchen. There was a calabash of palm oil in a corner of the kitchen. The ball hit the calabash. The calabash toppled. The palm oil in it spilled. The palm oil soiled the ball.

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