A confession because im no one to hide it only because its against me, but for the name of humorous world.
At times, pressing your electric home bell button only to run away, trending at your area.
Not because they hate you, but maybe this work could entail efficiently on you, particularly. The parameters; urban, running distance and available safe places.
A kid was the third of his 6 siblings, was on a hot date with our home bell & the good sound of it. The bell was special of his kind with modernism design and outlook. Cantered at a high level of the corridors to all our rooms, snug them tightly in our old house. Alerting all of the house to take their position of receiving the sudden comers.
I ran multiply till it was annoying, only to see no one at the door if I ran like a fly to receive the knocker, but it was just a mother foka. Cause I caught him running, I caught him in the act. I was not far from 8 years of age, I went to their house appealing to their elders. His mum was there, in their glass house I could communicate with her when she was in the kitchen. From outside, I appealed: Maam, Your son “name” keep belling our asses off and runs away, could you help?”, with a sharp serious eyes, she cried, Hit him”
My right eye blinked, have taken the executive order and amnesty is granted, with my judgement. Ok Ma’am, I left and set my trap to that little rat size kid, few years of age he was?
One more time, the door bell rang, I ran swiftly, and caught him running away a house or two. Then got my aged plastic sandal ready, as a like it imagining im in a cowboy scene in the midwest. I threw it like a shot of dart. The auto target missile homage was in between his shoulders. Landed as a full moon face.
Few minutes after the scene and the successful shot I had. His Grandmother came to my grandmother appealing her son’s crying, and showed me his undershirt back. Perfect red arch shaped bruise. It was a war booty for me. I replied cutely: “ His mum asked me to” she hired me for free, I gave her a favour to punish that little rat. And I let the mums ease the situation politically and over a cuppa tea.
I cant!
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