I lived majorly with my Grandma in a rural area in Africa, I went to live with her when I was seven years. Prior to that time, I was with my parents in the city and didn't do much hardwork but going with Grandma was one of the best decisions of my life. At age eight, I could do so many things like uprooting cassava from the farm and going through the whole process of frying 'garri'(a staple) from it, I could set traps for little animals and roast their meat to prepare soups, I could pound 'fufu' in a mortar, I could fetch firewood from the farm. Grandma taught me hardwork and rewards as well, patience and resilience, these virtues instilled in me has been a source of strength for me in very tough and trying situations.
Fufu pounding? That's not something I'm familiar with but it sounds like a good skill.
It's interesting to hear you say that you learned some hard lessons, understood how hard work can pay dividends, and that speaks highly of the upbringing you grandma gave you.
Fufu is a staple food eaten in most homes in Africa and it is boiled cassava tubers which is pounded in a mortar, until it turns gummy and soft and evenly textured.
It is energy demanding just like wood cutting. 😊
Ah ok, fufu.. it all makes sense now. ✅