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I went out to buy akara for Saturday’s breakfast. When I came back home, I met two of my three brothers laughing their heads off. They then proceeded to tell me the most entertaining story of that week!
My younger brother(the most troublesome of the three of my brothers), took a towel from the store my mother owned to take to school.
My father caught him trying to take the towel and wanted to flog him.
My brother did what any self respecting child would do when faced with such a situation...
he RAN
My father chased him around the store, to the house and all around the house. At a point in time, my brother even managed to enter the Sienna - and my father followed him!
What's more, my father followed him in, out and round the Sienna shouting "Musa catch him!" at the top of his lungs!
My brother, ran out the gate and made his escape, waiting till my dad cooled down before he came back inside. Unfortunately for him, dad hadn't cooled even a bit after an hour and my brother received the beating of a lifetime!
Hearing this story, I doubled over laughing. After all his running he still couldn't evade the catching.
I went to his room to mock him.
I asked him how he was feeling.
To my dismay, he looked completely fine for someone who had just received the whopping of a lifetime. He seemed amused even!
That was the moment my other brothers burst into the room laughing their heads off again.
It was a prank!
Safe to say that I was humiliated when my aim was to humiliate. Some would say karma, others call it poetic justice, some would even say it's the golden rule at work.
I call it the meanness of my brothers.
They drank pap without akara that morning.
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