Childhood can be filled with so many fun memories, memories that today would make us laugh, but no doubt adulthood is also filled with funny moments. I have had many funny moments that I can’t remember now, but just yesterday while I was thinking about it, I remembered an embarrassing and funny moment.
Normally, I am someone who doesn’t like to fight or quarrel but I am quite outspoken, but that day, I don’t know what kind of devil or spirit entered me, the spirit was just whispering “Fight, fight, fight..” hehe.
On a beautiful day, me and my sister went to shop in place of my mom. We got to shop that day and we did the usual; we prayed, and after praying we cleaned the shop and displayed our market, at least the day was going fine.
Not so long after that, a small boy wanted to pass beside our shop to the next street, it is like a shortcut. let me explain, there is a shortcut (like a tiny opening) that leads to the next street beside our shop, but the normal route is not any different just a shop different from the next street. So, some people usually pass the shortcut to the next street if our door is closed but if we’ve opened our shop, they don’t because our door kinda of cover the opening when opened. hope y’all get the explanation
So, this small boy wanted to pass there but I stopped him and told him to go back and pass the normal route but meh, the boy refused oo which made me stand in the middle of the opening but still he was adamant and he wanted to push him to pass, I didn’t think too much before pushing him back and letting know that I would not let him pass.
Within a twinkle of an eye, I was beginning to turn into a fight as both of us don’t want to agree with another, we started arguing and quarreling, I was so pissed because I felt like how will this small boy be talking to me rudely, I pictured the boy to be about 6 or 7 years old while at the time I was about 9 years old.
We eventually turned it into a fight and I didn’t think twice because I thought I could beat him since he was younger than me but this guy (this Igbo guy) didn’t take up to a minute to beat me up, this guy gave me a better smackdown, hehe. He beat me, eh. (omo, this guy beat me wotowoto)
The guy's bone was so strong, that I started to wonder if he was actually bigger than me or if he was just a strong Igbo guy that had been fed with Eba Igbo, heheh. I cried oo, I cried like a baby as people who were staying there started laughing, even my sister started laughing, my sister didn’t have the time to even separate us because he beat me so fast, my sister eventually told the guy to go while people started telling me “sorry”
Ever since then, I no longer fight again, hehe, any time I see that boy, it always pains me, I just wish we could fight again so that I can beat him back, but this time I will carry some backup, hehe. Any time I remember that incident, I always remind myself that fighting is not my thing.
Guys, never underestimate anyone. It was my first and last fight.
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