If your parent bought goodies when you were sick please come lets protest. We must end this.
In our bloodline every one had had sour throat, if you grew up as a child and you haven't been sour throat positive, oh, a recheck have to be done.
From my childhood to early teen sour throat was my daily bread. If I got diagnose and treated this month, in the next month sour throat will whisper ''you have no better friend than me.''
Well, I came to tam with my friend(sour throat ) thinking that it is the bet to get me to eat chicken and drink thick tea every month but, unfortunately the pains never let me swallow anything.
I had hard time of responding to medications exception that I needed to be overdose which was never a good option. The only option was to break it out by my dad .
(He would put a stick in my mouth to separate my teeth so I won't bit him which I always wanted to. Then, he will apply salt on his finger and dive into my throat to pull out the diagnosis which came out as a thick blub drawl blood ) damn was it painful?
When ever as a child I had sour throat I will pretend like I am having a stomach ache. But, did it work? my dad is a headache that tells you, you have malaria even before you do. Me and dad became TOM AND JERRY.
Mummy will buy milk and chocolate in cans, kill chicken the day my sour throat will be broken . After the preparation I would be given the largest part of the chicken and the most thickest tea. But, the wounds in my throat was a stymie to devour the goodies so, my sibling always stood beside me to carry my share and I would cry.
The only thing I could swallow was a tasteless pap and water. before I got well all the delicious was gone .
After some weeks the wound healed and I went to my mother happily.
ME: Eka, I am okay now will you kill another chicken?
MOTHER: No, there is food in the house.
ME: Eka, I don't want to eat that one, I want my chicken I didn't eat.
MOTHER: Oh, sorry, you were sick and couldn't swallow.
ME: but I am okay now, the sour throat is all gone
MOTHER: Ke-bie(with a stain voice) there is garri and soup on the counter go and eat so the wounds will heal properly. .
What! what! Did she say?
Okay
Plans activated
Operation take back your chicken
You know what happened?
Next month the sour throat came, mummy killed chicken again.
You know what I did?
I took all the milk and chocolate, hid it.
Divided the chicken, store it in the fridge and placed label "Respect your hands".
I Volunteered to go and buy the spices then added #20 to each items I wrote.
I added plenty pepper leave and maggie in the pot after eating and some hours later, behold a queue at the toilet door .
Well, the suspected me but did you see me do it?
They wanted to play games, then lets play.