So, some seventeen years ago, something happened, having to recall that memory now even brought a smile to my own face. I almost lost my finger because of a balloon.
So, it happened that we relocated to a different area, where we relocated to happens to be a place one of our family friend and church member stays. So, I was friends with one of their daughters, though she's a little older than I am.
So, December of that year, everywhere was bustling and all, celebration was in the air, people were buying and throwing bangers, firecrackers were going up everywhere and everyone was just having fine. Me, I'm just sitting down trying to form maturity, but in the relationship sense it was because I'm scared of my dad, he would frown at it if he saw me doing all of that, and I might get some strokes of the cane.
Some few minutes later, this friend of mine came out of their house, their house was facing the house beside ours, it was very close, so I could see them going in and out. She came out and waved at me, I waved back and jump to my feet to go meet her. When I got close to her, she brought out a three sound banger, I was glad. She asked if I would like to throw some and I said yes. So, I did it.
Then she asked me to escort her to get something, when we got there she asked, "will you like to throw another?"
"Yes." I replied her.
"Huhm, ok. But this time you won't be throwing it o, you will hold it till it makes all it sounds."
"Hold it?" I asked.
"Yes, don't worry it's nothing," then she draws me closer and pointed inside the shop, "I'll get you that big balloon and teach you how to always win it each time you play."
Am sure you can relate with how every little kid back then always wants to win that big balloon, where you have to pick a paper, check the number and trace which ballon has that same number.
So, when she said she's going to get me one and also tell me the trick in getting the biggest one, I fell. I fell for it. I'm not sure I've ever seen anyone got the biggest one.
So, I collected it from her, lit it myself and held it up high.
It made the first sound, immediately I asked her again, "are you sure it won't injure me?"
*"Are you not a guy? That was the response she gave me.
It made the second sound and then the third. Immediately it made the third sound, it was as if my life flashed right there before my face, I had experienced little pain from the first and second sound, but the third one was🤦.....
Guess what she did, she called for me. I checked my finger and it was very very painful, I had injured myself and it looked a little bit dark.
Well, I did this and got injured for something, so I asked her, "the balloon?"
She just smiled and asked the woman to bring the balloon closer. If you see the way this girl acts like she knew what she was doing. I was already imagining myself blowing sir inside the big balloon. I was already imagining how every other kid would flood around wondering how I was able to get my hands on it.
Well she picked a paper with all confidence, and as God would have it, the number on the paper she picked was traced to one of the most smallest balloon. I couldn't talk, I just looked at her, left her there and made my way back home.
See what I wanted to lose my finger for, that small balloon. Even if it was the big one, can it replace or is it worth my finger.
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