I woke up before dawn, the darkness outside my window a familiar accompaniment to my daily routine in the village. Today, 13th June is another hectic day, I could feel it. I had written about the cassava I harvested yesterday which laid waiting for me, and I knew I had a long journey ahead to transform it into garri, a staple food in our country, Nigeria.

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After completing my morning house chores, I headed to the backyard where the cassava tubers were piled high. The first task was to peel them, a laborious process that required patience and dedication. My hands moved deftly, the knife gliding through the rough skin as I worked my way through the pile.

As the sun began to rise, I moved on to the next stage: washing the peeled cassava. The cool water was a welcome respite from the physical exertion of peeling. I scrubbed each tuber thoroughly, removing any remaining dirt or debris.

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With the cassava clean, I proceeded to grate it. The sound of the grater crunching through the flesh was soothing, a rhythmic accompaniment to my thoughts. My arms ached slightly as I worked, but I was driven by the knowledge that each step brought me closer to my goal.

The grated cassava was then sifted to remove any lumps or large pieces. This was a crucial stage, as it ensured that the final product would be smooth and even. I took my time, carefully sifting through the mixture until it was just right.

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Finally, it was time to fry the garri. I heated the oil in a large pan, the aroma of sizzling cassava filling the air as I carefully poured in the mixture. Two basins later, I was exhausted but exhilarated. The garri was perfect - crispy on the outside, fluffy on the inside.

After a refreshing bath, I settled down to write this article. My body ached, but my spirit was lifted. It had been a busy day, but the sense of accomplishment I felt made it all worthwhile.

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There is something special about working with my own hands to create something nourishing and delicious. As I drift off to sleep this night, I know that tomorrow will bring it own set of challenges, but I am ready. For now, I could bask in the satisfaction of a job well done.

## Thank you for reading my post, I appreciate your time.