I have always been afraid of getting hurt or taking drugs after an injury. I'm the type who loves keeping myself without scars. That was when I was still in secondary school. Although I had some scars that were a result of rough play, ever since then I have promised myself not to get involved with any form of injury, as that was what I hated so much.
Moreover, my elder brother has been so good to me and has been sending me money for my upkeep. His wife has been the warrior in the house, and she is the type who does not love anyone visiting her house. Being the last born of my parents, my elder brother always wanted me to visit him, but looking at the wife's attitude, I was not ready to visit.
When we had a holiday one fateful day, it was a long holiday that would take us more than three months. I was just at my parent's house, not ready to visit anyone. Although the only one I had to pay a visit to was my elder brother,
My friends came around to my house and asked me a question, which I just gave a shabby answer to: “Where will you go this holiday?”.
“I don't know if I will travel," I said.
Some said they were traveling to Abuja, while others said they were traveling to Lagos. I could not pinpoint a place to travel to. My mom was around when they all came around. When they left, she asked me to prepare and go to my elder brother's house after seeing my mood. I was unable to object to her words, as I was also ready to go.
After three days of traveling, my elder brother's wife had to give me a difficult assignment. I was not ready to do it, but then I had no choice but to go ahead. She asked me to mop the house and clean the whole room. Although they had a housemaid who was supposed to carry out those tasks,
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I started, and the maid came over to help me, but my brother's wife shouted at her to let me do the work alone. I do not know what I have done to deserve these difficult tasks given to me. As I was cleaning, in anger, the tiles picked me up, and I fell. I saw my brother's wife standing right before me, and she left me behind. The maid came to my aid. She brought a first-aid box and started treating me, awaiting the arrival of my brother. Immediately after she was done, my elder brother came in.
He saw the floor and shouted. “Whose blood is this?” He asked.
The maid responded, “It's Abigail's, your younger sister's.”.
He immediately looked for iodine and hydrogen peroxide, which he applied to my injury. The maid only cleaned it and tied it with a knot.
During all those periods, my brother's wife did not come out. There was a broken tile on the floor, which my leg got hooked on. I also got the bone of my knee somehow shifted. My brother also helped me use bone and nerve ointment to stretch it. It was so painful, but then I had to bear it.
He prepared and took me to the hospital. I was treated, and the injury to my left leg was treated.
We got home, and my brother began to shout at his wife for being so wicked to his family members. He yelled, but I had a thought within me. “Maybe I should travel back home.”.
I began to pack my items. My brother saw me and was dying for me to stay. “I would rather not cause a fight or be the reason to fight with your wife.”.
His wife came out and began to apologize for what she had done.
I have gained experience and know how to go about it anytime I'm cleaning the tiles. It was not easy anyway, but then I got through it.
After that day, I always took caution while cleaning. I also do not get angry while cleaning so that my anger will not cause me an injury that would be a scar on my body. This injury became a scar on me anyway, and I've always been afraid of having one ever since that incident.
Two weeks ago, my daughter fell while trying to jump over a drain that passed through my shop. She got her foot shifted. I had to use methylated robin to massage it before taking her for treatment.
Whichever way, my daughter had to take precautions in how she crossed the drainage without sliding.