Blood is thicker than water
I love soccer more than anything you could think of. A day cannot pass without me playing ball. The only time I miss playing ball is when I'm ill, and thanks to God, I hardly fall sick. There was a man in our street called "baba ilala". He hates children playing ball on the street. He had seized many balls from us. Personally, if I count how many balls he seized from me, it would be enough to set up a football business
Because he's an elderly man, he doesn't need to stress himself before collecting our ball. He just commands and that's all. So one day, we were playing ball and he showed up. Normally, anytime we sight him, we pick the ball and run away before he gets closer. On that fateful day, we didn't notice him on time. It was his voice that alerted us that he was behind us
Bring that ball, "he commanded". That ball was borrowed. I can't afford to pay for it. But at that point, the ball wasn't with me. It was with Uzochukwu. Uzo immediately passed the ball to another person, so that he wouldn't be the one to take the ball to him. In short, no one wanted to be the victim. Eventually, the ball got to me. You son of "( )" He called my dad's name, "I say bring that ball". I stood with the ball on my right leg, and watched him as he moved closer with his funny way of walking
He was wearing "Agbada". When he moved closer to pick the ball, I tossed it in-between his legs, and he caught the air. I received the ball on the other side, and waited for him to turn back. He was angry. He called me all sorts of names, while he chased me around to collect the ball. I dribbled baba ilala to my fill. The scene became a comedy show, as people laughed at our drama. The Agbada made his movement more difficult plus he was an old man who didn't want to respect his age. What really made me do that was because we often see the balls he seized from us with his grandchildren. Not any more. After many failed attempts to catch me and the ball, he gave up. I picked the ball, and we found another location far from where baba ilala would disturb our peace
I knew what would be the consequence of what I did, but I did it anyways. When my dad arrived, he came to report to me. My dad apologized and also told me to do the same by prostrating. I knew my dad would nearly kill me when he leaves. After he saw him off out of the gate, he came back in and asked me to narrate the story from A to Z exactly how it happened. When I got to the dribbling part, and how I put the ball in his toros (in-between his legs), he bursted into laughter. I was surprised. I never expected such
Then he narrated his own story. He did exactly the same thing when he was about my age. Blood is thicker than water. Though the moment was filled with laughter, he punished me for my actions by seizing the ball, and warned me never to go out to play ball again. That punishment was too much for me. If I don't play soccer for two days, I can fall sick. I didn't listen, but I pretended. Anytime I hear the horn of his car, I would dash in, and pretend as if I've never stepped out. If I couldn't follow the front, I go in through the toilet window. It has no burglary, so it's easy to move to and fro if opened from inside
On that fateful day, as I was landing in the toilet from the window, it was him I saw on the toilet seat. I don't know whether jumping back would be the best or to greet him. I was just looking like a thief inside a sugar cane farm
Now, I'm expecting him to laugh and say "Blood is thicker than water", but from the look of things, water is about to be thicker than blood. You know what that means already
But I never stopped playing ball. I took after him. Blood is thicker than water
This ckole the laughing gas.
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My own father would have flogged me very well for doing that to an old man before laughing and telling his story of how he did something similar too when he was younger 😂
My dad had his reasons for doing what he did. He was never a soft man. The fact that he didn't beat me surprised me, and the reason was known to him. Sometimes, I'm punished for a little thing that I won't expect to be flogged for.
🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Hahaha. Indeed water is about to be thicker than blood. Hot soup you are in. But you weren't nice to the old man oo 😕 😃 you were playing with him while dribbling the ball around his toros 🤣🤣
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Those were the days, when that old man took advantage of us. How would he seize our ball, and present it to his grandchildren. That's not fair. We were kids. We play to have fun without causing troubles, but the man in question was very wicked. Little story about him. Not all clothes is laid out.
And thanks for bringing up the zealy campaign. I'm trying my best. Let's see how it goes. ♥️
To cut the blood story short, the punishment affected my molar and premolar. I couldn't chew for days. It was fist punches, with several head boots. One of the beating I would never forget. 🤦🤦
🤣🤣🤣 at least you have healed from the beating but you can only keep remembering it.
Alright, I hope you try your best with the campaign.
Thanks my madam. ♥️
Thanks.