THE SCAR. If there was one word to describe my mum,it was strict. Wen were little she never allowed us to go down stairs to play wt oda kids. We were taken to school,brought back home,n policed by d house help,if mum was away. The house help was also policed by my mums enlarged picture on the wall in d room. We wud stand by the balcony n watch kids play,,we wished we were allowed to join dem. The pitied us,,for em we were caged birds,if they cud they wud help us,but the look on dia faces said our hands are tied. One day my mum was away,I cant remember she went,,but she was not at home...I pleaded wt d house help to allow me join oda kids to play,,I needed to pour sands on my head,,play d role of a dad in dat children play,fly kite,,go frog huntin and tins like dat. I cried my heart out to her,she allowed me. Like a bird let out of d cage I flew away like I was not going to b back again, d experience was like nothing I had felt,d kids in ma hood were happy for me,they had always wished I joined dem to play,now I was in dia midst. But d tot of my mum coming back n catching me playing outside clung to my heart like a bone on a death mission to the throat. My heart skipped each time I saw someone wit my mums look. My playmates offered to look out for my mum,they wud tell me if they saw her so I wud run upstairs n burry my head in my ugo c ugo. So I played on. I was flying kite.I had always told mum I was goin to b a pilot,even though I was afraid of height. So flying a kite I tot I was not too far from my dreams. Dia were many brand of play I cud engage in, but I found kite flying particularly interesting. I liked the fact dt I cud send a piece of paper very high to d sky dt it sometimes got burnt under d intense sun..it was one experience I will always carry along. And so it was dt I was flying my kite, running around d compound but seeing my self very high up d sky,,i was carried away,I did not know wen I got to d gate n crashed into it,,I hit my head against d iron gate n sustained an injury on my left eye...Jesuuuusssss!!!!! I cried bitterly, d pain was unbearable, blood was gushing out in a remorseless succession,,people gathered,,help came from diff direction.I had heard abt Iodine,dt it was used as first aid to stop blood flow,in a situation like d one i was in. Wen I heard a woman say she was going to get iodine,I sprang up like a chicken not properly slaughtered n held long to die properly,,I was caught by many hands. By d time d iodine touched d part from where d blood was coming,Nigeria appeared to me like a room,,I went crazy like a masquerade making its debut in d village square. As I d pain went down I cried louder because I cud now process in my brain what led to ds whole drama n wat awaits me wen my mum came back...what will I tell her, d ppl around do not know why I cried louder, I was still in dia grip we d image of my mum appeared before me,,I cried even louder,if anyting to win her sympathy. She said no word as she led me upstairs. Wen it was time for dinner I ate n no word was said to me,,my fear heightened. It was better I get whatever I deserved for my disobedient here n now,dan dis deafening silence, I tot. U were in soup if my said no word after U had done sometn wrong. I knew I was going to receive strokes of d cain dat nit,what I dint know lik d coming of Jesus was d very hour it wud be,so heeding d warning Jesus gave his disciple on d night of his death,I kept awake. Wen d door in our room was pushed open ( d lock was bad), I knew d hour had come...I was adequately flogged n I cried sufficiently. Each time I look into d mirrow n see ds scar on my left eye,,I remember dt chapter in my life dt was bitter sweet.
Posted on: Tue, 27 Jan 2015 23:36:20 +0000
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