Ekeh′s first time in a tiled house
Ekeh, a young and curious village boy, had grown up listening to tales of the grand city from his parents and elders in the village. The city seemed like a mythical place filled with wonders and opportunities. Ekeh had never seen the city, let alone met his uncle who had migrated there many years ago. But all that was about to change.
One day, with great excitement and anticipation, Ekeh embarked on a journey to meet his uncle in the city. The hustle and bustle overwhelmed his senses as he set foot in the vibrant city streets, adorned with towering buildings and bustling crowds. The unfamiliar noise, the honking of cars, and the bright city lights made his heart race with a mix of anxiety and exhilaration.
After what felt like an eternity in Ekeh's mind, he finally arrived at his uncle's house. As he entered the premises, the first thing that caught his attention was the tiled floor. In his village, the houses were made of mud floors, smoothed and swept daily to maintain their cleanliness. Ekeh had only ever known that type of flooring, and the sight of tiles was a revelation to him.
In awe, Ekeh cautiously walked forward and extended his hand to touch the gleaming tiles. He could hardly fathom the smoothness and coolness beneath his fingers. He had never imagined that something as simple as a floor could be so different from what he knew.
Caught up in the wonder of the tiled floor, Ekeh couldn't resist the urge to explore further. He removed his worn-out shoes and felt the coolness of the tiles against the tips of his toes. It was an extraordinary sensation, as if a whole new world had just unfolded beneath his feet.
As Ekeh continued to marvel at the tiles, his uncle, impressed by his curiosity and innocence, invited him to take a seat on one of the comfortable chairs in the room. But Ekeh hesitated. He argued that the tiles were delicate, just like the one special ceramic plate his village preserved for special occasions. Surely, sitting on the floor would cause the tiles to break, or so he believed.
His uncle smiled warmly and assured him that the floor was sturdy and wouldn't break under his weight. But Ekeh remained skeptical. To convince him otherwise, his uncle stepped onto the tiles, demonstrating their strength and durability. The look of astonishment on Ekeh's face was magnified as he watched his uncle confidently standing there without any fear of the floor giving way.
Ekeh's eyes widened with amazement, and a smile slowly spread across his face. Realizing that his apprehensions were unfounded, he shed his doubts, removed his shirt, and lay down on the cool, tiled floor. He beckoned his uncle to join him, gesturing to the newfound joy and comfort that lay in this simple act.
His uncle stood there, astonished and moved by the sight before him. He could see the profound impact that this small encounter with the tiles had on his nephew.
One day, with great excitement and anticipation, Ekeh embarked on a journey to meet his uncle in the city. The hustle and bustle overwhelmed his senses as he set foot in the vibrant city streets, adorned with towering buildings and bustling crowds. The unfamiliar noise, the honking of cars, and the bright city lights made his heart race with a mix of anxiety and exhilaration.
After what felt like an eternity in Ekeh's mind, he finally arrived at his uncle's house. As he entered the premises, the first thing that caught his attention was the tiled floor. In his village, the houses were made of mud floors, smoothed and swept daily to maintain their cleanliness. Ekeh had only ever known that type of flooring, and the sight of tiles was a revelation to him.
In awe, Ekeh cautiously walked forward and extended his hand to touch the gleaming tiles. He could hardly fathom the smoothness and coolness beneath his fingers. He had never imagined that something as simple as a floor could be so different from what he knew.
Caught up in the wonder of the tiled floor, Ekeh couldn't resist the urge to explore further. He removed his worn-out shoes and felt the coolness of the tiles against the tips of his toes. It was an extraordinary sensation, as if a whole new world had just unfolded beneath his feet.
As Ekeh continued to marvel at the tiles, his uncle, impressed by his curiosity and innocence, invited him to take a seat on one of the comfortable chairs in the room. But Ekeh hesitated. He argued that the tiles were delicate, just like the one special ceramic plate his village preserved for special occasions. Surely, sitting on the floor would cause the tiles to break, or so he believed.
His uncle smiled warmly and assured him that the floor was sturdy and wouldn't break under his weight. But Ekeh remained skeptical. To convince him otherwise, his uncle stepped onto the tiles, demonstrating their strength and durability. The look of astonishment on Ekeh's face was magnified as he watched his uncle confidently standing there without any fear of the floor giving way.
Ekeh's eyes widened with amazement, and a smile slowly spread across his face. Realizing that his apprehensions were unfounded, he shed his doubts, removed his shirt, and lay down on the cool, tiled floor. He beckoned his uncle to join him, gesturing to the newfound joy and comfort that lay in this simple act.
His uncle stood there, astonished and moved by the sight before him. He could see the profound impact that this small encounter with the tiles had on his nephew.
