We went to a river called shandan, it was famous for its catfish which children went to catch, but the disadvantage was that it was fast flowing and could transfer one to the ream of the spirit
After commiting my henious crime, i escape to go and catch fish thinking that if i bring back some fishes my sins would be forgiven or so i tot.
We got to the river and caught some worms to use as bait for the fishes, chokolo started and he caught three fishes, my body was scratching me and i was eager to catch my own.
‘Chokolo give me na’ i pleaded.
He handed it over to and without waiting for instructions i flung it in the river and i quickly drew it out.
‘Why i no catch anything na’ i queried him. He laughed at me and told me to calm down. I threw the hook back in and sat down waiting, after a time there was a thug at the end of the string, i was excited and flung it out with all my might.
I took a look at the creature i brought out and tears almost came outta my eyes, while chokolo laughed till he fell on the ground. I had caught a crab.
‘Your father, you think say i come here for you to come chop my worm, na God go punish your plenty legs’ i cursed with rage.
I threw the crab on the ground and took another worm and fixed on the hook and threw it into the river, i waited again and had another thug.
‘If na another crab better carry your yeye mouth comot for my meat o’ i warned the river.
I pulled the hook and a fish came out but it fell near the river boundary, i quickly ran to get it, then i felt a sharp pain. The crab i insulted and threw away had caught me under my leg.
‘Chineke, i don die o’ i cried, and slide with the wet shore surface and i was about landing in the water. I had already seen myself in heaven because i could not swim, i was going to look for micheal jackson in heaven and show him i know how to dance more than him, then something stoped my heaven sojourn.
‘Na who dey stop my missionary journey na’i shouted with my eyes closed.
‘if i leave you eh, na water you go drink tire’. That was then i remembered i was not dead yet and i begged him to draw me up.
I took the crab and flung it back to its water place, and took my poor fish home. The slaps i got that day made me caught yellow fever but not before i fetch the drinking water first.
‘Uduak wetin you dey do with your bag for head?’ my elder sister scream jolted me out of sleep.
I had caught yellow fever, a sickness that makes me do many things while sleeping, that day own, i carried my travelling bag on my head and was going out to the palour when my sister saw me.
My dad thinking that i was going for a witch meeting took me to the palour and took a knife with him.
‘Oya confess now or i would cut your prick’ i wondered when my prick, witch meeting and knife became one family.
‘Make him cut am na, no be him no go get grandchildren’ i said in my mind while looking at him solemnly.
‘Leave am na, na sickness cause am’ my mother saved my d!ck. I was allowed to go and sleep, but not without been informed that i was to be taken to mama nurse for treatment, the sound of mama nurse name cured my sickness already.
Mama nurse was a retired nurse who gave injections like she wanted to bore a hole in your bottom, so it was with deep signs of regret i slept that night.
‘Good morning mummy and daddy, i don well, my body no hot again’ was the first statement i spoke that morning, for me the fear of mama nurse was the beginning of understanding.
‘Em dont worry, you would still take the injection’
‘Chai my yansh don red’
We went to the woman’s house and knock, i was praying for her to be away, but before my prayer reached gate of heaven she opened the door.
‘Ma my son has fever’
‘My body just hot o’ i corrected with a fresh cold catching me.
‘Ok bring him let me prepare the injection for him’ the expired nurse said words that sounded like ‘bring him in lets put him in detention’.
We sat in the palour waiting for my ass sentence, when the old woman
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