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29.11.2023 Feature Article

The Red Apples (Part 4)

The Red Apples Part 4
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Before reaching home Oliver Odhiambo passed by a fruit seller. He knew her, Gladys Awuso, a young charming lady who had recently taken over the stall from her mother. Times had changed so the kind of selling fruits. To avoid harvest loss AI took control of the fruit and food production in general. Wasting crops on the fields, while on route to shops and open markets, too many vegetables and fruits had gone bad unacceptable for any modern society. What was not enough for the family to be planted in the small gardens behind each house or in cellars horizontally planted with water and nutrients only grew in mostly big farmhouses or uncovered exposed to sun, rain, and natural light on fields. Farming even of cocoa, or better to say especially for cocoa, had made many farmers rich, in Ghana and more so in foreign territories once never a candidate even to imagine something like that would be possible. What is not impossible only close to nearly impossible is the best good candidate to make it possible one good old day. Climate change was the last push to make it possible and new breeds of cocoa trees thanks to the innovative human mind saw the production of cocoa products from homegrown resources right at the doorstep of the consumers. An unimaginable dream a dream of dreamers loosened by creative thinking in close collaboration with a passion for chocolates created an ongoing breakthrough.

"I hope you were having good business deals lately and selling well!" greeted Oliver Odhiambo with a big smile on his lips. He loved Gladys Awuso like a daughter from another mother. His passion for her fell into open arms and eyes. She constantly twinkled with her left eye to make him understand her feelings for him. He well knew the meaning of it and always laughed silently. "Your fruit stall is a relic of the good olden days my grandpa used to tell me about. A time so far, so strange, so very much unfamiliar to our old generation that I lost touch with it, and yet through the marvelous stories of my late grandpa still a part of me."

"Today you seem to be a bit confused...my dear Oliver," smiled she at him lowering her voice to give her remarks more volume and power."

"Oh...my dearest Lady...of my heart...," got Oliver Odhiambo interrupted.

"I mean...you contradict yourself in just one sentence. That is not like you...I mean the Oliver I know."

"You confuse me today even more!"
Gladys Awuso came from behind the counter facing Oliver Odhiambo one-on-one: "Sorry for not answering you. Yes, business is good but that AI makes it close to impossible that we can get large quantities of excess food to buy for less money and sell at a good price...," was she not able to finish her thought.

"Everything these days is optimized...thanks to modern technologies. No more room for individual creativity, no more space for errors more room for the little things that make us humans imperfect."

"No need to shed tears...all power to the progress in life. Who needs imperfect people when we can have a better solution?" pointed Gladys Awuso down onto the cotton shopping bag in Oliver Odhiambo's hand. "Something seems to move in there," gave she a dry comment. "Fish?"

Oliver Odhiambo opened the bag to allow her a glimpse inside. She busted out in laughter:" They seem not to like each other. Every one of them in its own corner."

"Apples...red apples...do not like each other? What a crazy idea of thinking. I went to the old orchard right over there and they jumped into my arms. But here in my bag, they seem to hide in different corners. Like magnets pulling and pushing the same and conflicting powers."

"Yet, still from the same branch!"
"The mystery of life!" laughed Oliver Odhiambo with a smile of sweetness on his face. He paid for the pineapple and walked off.

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