My village experience and pictures, am now photophile

I am now gradually becoming a real lover of pictures a "photophile".

I traveled to my village to join my dad in preparing for my late uncle’s burial. We visited the stream, worked hard fencing the compound, and fetched water from a distance. One morning, I woke up with a
swollen face,

likely from too much oil rice. Before leaving,

we visited relatives to exchange condolences. After six days, I returned to Owerri while my dad left for Abuja. It was a trip filled with work, family, and memories.