With age comes maturity as the popular saying goes. I can't help but reminisce on the various escapades I had as a child which earned me several forms of discipline from my parents but also made my childhood fun alongside. Now let's go down memory lane.
"Kamal! Kamal!!" Came the thundering voice of my dad as he marched angrily into the sitting room. "He has seen it! He has seen it!!" Was all that ran through my mind as my heart started beating very fast. I had been expecting this since yesterday. "What happened to my car?!" He asked angrily, his eyes bulging and the veins on his head becoming visible. I sat on the sofa, trembling with fear. I opened my mouth, but I couldn't form any words to explain the mess I had made. As I sat there, all I had done in the past two days flashed before my eyes, just like how people's lives flash before them just before they die.
I had escorted my parents and siblings to the cab, which was taking them to the airport on a Saturday morning. They were attending my aunt's wedding, which was taking place the next day. I was staying behind because I had my BECE exam coming up, and my parents didn't want me to get distracted, as they wanted me to study very hard.
"Ensure you read your books and don't let anyone into the house. Everything you need is at home. If you need anything else, call me, and I'll send someone to you," my dad told me before he entered the cab. When they finally zoomed off, I pumped my fist into the air and jumped with joy. I was going to have the whole house to myself for two days. I spent the rest of that morning inside the house doing house chores and reading my books. But when the afternoon arrived, I got really bored as I wasn't used to being alone at home. I tried to play games, but it reached a stage where it became boring too. I then decided to call my friend who was living close to our house.
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"Lawal, what's up?" I said.
"I'm good, bro. How are you coping alone at home?"
"It's getting really boring, to be honest. I was even about to ask you to come over," I said, knowing full well my dad told me not to let anyone in.
"We were about to go play football at Mubarak's house, but his parents are around, so it isn't ideal to go there," Lawal said in a tired tone.
"You guys can come over to my place then since my parents aren't around," I said without thinking twice.
"That's cool, bro, we'll be there in an hour's time," Lawal shouted happily. About an hour later, Lawal and six of my other friends who were also living close by arrived.
After splitting into a team of four and setting up large stones as goalposts, we started playing football. I was totally enjoying the moment until the unexpected happened. One of my friends was heading for the goal, and then he suddenly misfired the ball, and it headed for my dad's car. My heart skipped as the next sound I heard was the shattering of glasses. I looked and saw that the right-side mirror of my dad's car was broken in half. I couldn't move from the spot I was standing. So many thoughts ran through my mind as I began sweating profusely. My friends ran to the spot where the mirror was broken and tried to do some irrelevant fixing. After consoling me and blaming the boy who caused the incident, they left me that evening and returned to their homes. I tried using tape to hold some of the shards of glass in place, but my work ended up looking messy. I could barely sleep that night, and when I woke up the next day, all I could think about was how I'd face the consequences when my dad came back.
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My parents and siblings returned later in the evening that day, and fortunately for me, my dad didn't notice it that evening as he was very tired and went early to bed.
But here I was the next day, looking at my angry dad, wondering what to say to convince him.
"What happened to my car?" He asked again, still in an angry tone. I then summoned up courage and said
"Uhm, my friend came to read with me, and when he was going home, he slipped and hit your side mirror." Immediately after I finished this sentence, my mom and siblings laughed. I knew I was done for, as I had just given a weak excuse.
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My dad spanked the hell out of me. I was later grounded from using my phone, so I spent all my leisure time reading or doing house chores, which my siblings were normally responsible for.
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STOPGood one from that perspective. Truly, it was a weak excuse. Blessings.
Thanks bro
I can imagine how many thoughts ran through your mind immediately the mirror was shattered. What started as a perfect day for you ended with so much anxiety.
Like it felt like the world was coming to an end 😂
That your excuse didn't add up. Nice one.
I’m happy your dad spanked you😅😅😅
Your excuse was not reasonable at all