The last time I climbed a tree prior to this day was an act of rebellion. I wanted to prove a point that only my big head could understand.
Don’t get me wrong oooo.
I wasn’t a stubborn child but I was among those kind of children that made elderly people to talk and exercise the mouth. I had an old woman behaviour in a small child’s body.
One day, I did something really bad and my father wanted to flog the demon out of me into the bottomless pit. I wasn’t in the mood for any cain to romance my skin and so I picked race.
I couldn’t run to any of the neighbour’s house because they were already tired of begging on my behalf. The last time I got into trouble, I had promised all of them to be of good behaviour but life happened and has happened again…
The only safe place I could think of was on a mango tree. I gently climbed the tree and kept my legs like one of the birds of the air looking for a place to reproduce.
The only weapon I had with me to fight a potential threat was just a stone. The nonsense stond was even useless when some insects entered into my dress.
I was on that tree for about 5 hours thinking about my life and eating unripe mango.
I almost slept off at a point but was scared of falling down from such height. To prevent any untimely death, I wrapped my hand around the fattest branch and kept watch with poise and control
Around 9:00pm when I didn’t return home, mum, dad and my eldest brothers started searching for me anywhere they thought I could be. They were becoming frustrated already while my mum almost burst into extreme panic.
I was looking at them from the top of the tree and laughing out my intestines. For safety reasons, I kept mute and was praying that they should leave that area so I can come down and go inside the house to rest my bones.
When I was sure that the cain will be postponed to a better time, I finally came down from the tree around 10:00pm and walked home like a queen that just delivered her citizens from the hands of Goliath.
As I entered the house, I greeted my parents and went to bed like the freedom fighter. No one even asked how my day went because they were too glad to witness my return.
Around 2:00am in the morning while the world was asleep, my folks woke me up with a very thick thunderous slap on my bumbum.
The last thing I could remember before I passed out is that I saw different shades of angels ascending and descending a ladder that was on our dining table. I was beaten like they adopted me from an NGO.
All the suffer on that tree was just for my pocket because the flogging was done like intermittent fasting.
As I didn’t die that night, there is surely hope that Nigeria will indeed become the giant of Afghanistan. Sorry Africa.
#fiction or #nonfiction
Choose one biko. I don’t know too.