@Lejay28 10 April 2021

When Lola(Grandmother) went low

Hello, again it's @Lejay28 . Enjoy reading. ***WHEN LOLA WENT LOW*** Our family is used to tough humor. We throw jokes as if they were always an expression of our rough experiences and hard-knock life. And I think this is true among people who reside in squatter areas and in some squalid communities which do not have the material luxuries and monetary contentment, though this observation might not be perennially true to all. We are used to jokes with profanities and expletives. "Piste," "giatay," "boanga," in the beginning or in the end of every joke are just the few sharp words which we love to use especially in the moments of cracking jokes with family, friends, and even strangers. Now, they are promoted to be a sort of corpora delecti of our daily conversation. Among all the tough jokes that I heard my entire life, there was this single joke that I never expected to come in the most unexpectedly smelly way.

My late lola (my mom's mother) loved to goof around. Alive, she would always create opportunities to fool us especially when she thought of the day as very mundane and without fun and excitement. She'd love to see us happy even if she was fully aware that the products of her sari-sari store were consumed by her grandchildren without due payments. There was one time that I ate entirely all the Pirate crackers and Dragon Sid hanging on the cable wires which were intended for small items. My lola found out that I was the culprit of the missing cheap junk foods, and so she took justice in her own "hand." She asked me if ever I had the knowledge of the missing items. I answered her negatively. But she knew already that I was her beloved criminal whom she cannot punish mercilessly. While standing, she thought that the ample revenge for the dishonesty and theft that I made was to pull her duster up and dipped her hand inside her limp panty, then her hand was as if reaching for something special as her legs sprawled sideways. Her face shrank and elicited all the wrinkles possible when she finally got the thing she wanted her hand to possess. She swiftly pulled back her hand and swiped her middle finger on my philtrum. The very act of swiping left a fluid that was totally alien to me. My sense of smell was contaminated by a foul odor: It was something that resembled a combined aroma of both a decaying fish and a dead rat. Yawa! ***Thank you for reading🤣😅. Godbless***