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Bisola

 Say hello to Bisola.

Bisola was a girl.

Bisola had a mother.

Bisola's mother had a cane.

Bisola hated that cane.

Bisola's mother kept the cane in her wardrobe.

One day, Bisola tried to break the cane.

Bisola's mother, caught her trying to break the cane.

Bisola danced kokoma that day (she also learnt that you can't cry blood no matter how hard you try- her mother said if she did, she would not beat her.)

The position of the cane was not changed.

Bisola did not try to break the cane again.

One day, Bisola went to her friend's house.

They were jumping on the chair in the living room.

Bisola heard a loud CRACK.

Bisola froze.

Bisola looked at her friend.

Bisola's friend looked at her.

They both looked under the chair.

The beam had cracked.

They looked at each other again.

Bisola's friend started to cry.

Bisola tried to hide the dip in the chair caused by the cracked beam by nailing the beam in

It worked.

They continued to play somewhere else, as if nothing happened.

Bisola's friend's mother came home.

She sat on the chair they broke.

She asked what happened.

Bisola lied, her friend told the truth.

Bisola's friend's mom told her to go home and report herself to her mother.

Bisola thought of the cane...

and the beating...

and the crying...

and the begging.

Bisola decided to hide.

Bisola was found and STILL beaten.


Have you ever been like Bisola?


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