We’ve all done silly things at some point in our lives.
Well, I am human too! Lol…I am not particularly proud of this incidence but, it
sure leaves me laughing my throat out whenever memory slaps it back to face.
Here it goes…Back then, when our socks where always white (or shoulda say
brown? LMAO) – I’m talking primary school! I remember one faithful Monday
morning. I had forgotten to press (“iron”) my school uniform during the
weekend. I only realized how rumpled it was when I was about putting it on.
After having bathed, I was ready to try it on. “There is absolutely no way I am
going to wear this to school!” I murmured to myself, while checking my handsome
self out in the mirror. Yeah! I said HANDSOME.
I prayed for NEPA to restore power (‘cos there was blackout
that morning) as I slowly munched my breakfast, but it was not to be –
obviously! Its Nigeria!!! After eating I was already about five minutes late
for school. I grabbed my backpack and hurried out of the house. As I approached
the gates, the deafening sound of our neighbour’s sound system slammed the news
to my attention that “NEPA DON BRING LIGHT!”. Ok. At that moment, confusion set
in. I was caught between taking either of these decisions – continue the
journey to school with your rumpled uniform; or go back inside and quickly
press it. Don’t forget I am already late…at this time, about ten minutes late.
I dashed back inside. Quickly connected the pressing iron to
the power source, tuned the regulator to highest, and waited a bit for it to
warm up. My impatience quickly outgrew my calm. I picked up the iron and
started pressing the uniform while I was still wearing it! – I don’t have time
to waist!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Felt good for just about the first half a minute.
As I slide the iron down my body from my chest towards my hand, it even felt
better!!! *smiles*
Yeah! It happened. The iron mistakenly went beyond my shirt
sleeve’s length, and I caught the smell! – you know that smell of meat roasting
right!? Yes…that smell. The rush was soon over. I sent the iron crashing hard
into the tiled floor while my mouth gapped wider than ever before shouting that
melodious hymn of pain only after ten seconds it has been open! (you know that
kain tin na). Na so I take cry ehnnnnn…filled the house with it. I turned off
the switch angrily, and dashed for school once again. This time, with only the
chest of my uniform pressed and a face that tells the tale!!!
Yesssssssssss!!! I did that! Your’s sincerely – Ajayi
Darlington ( anor dey shame! Talk your own)
LWKMD!
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