I still remember

I remember some things that happened in my life and I wonder if I’ll ever figure out why they had to happen.  While thinking of the bad I’ve also learnt to be grateful for the good.

No doubt, the worst thing that happened to me till date is the loss of my mother. Sometimes I just want to pick up the phone and put a call through to her. However, some hours ago,  I was having a conversation with a friend and as we reminisced on our childhood  I remembered my horrible encounter with the men of the under world.

I was only five years old when these armed men stormed my father's old house in my hometown the night after my grandma’s funeral; even though I was young I knew who they were and I asked them if they wanted some money.

I asked because I knew where my dad kept his coins and I readily gave them that information. I still wonder what I did wrong that warranted the sort of beating that they gave to me that night.  As soon as I finished speaking, they pounced on my five year old body.

There was a dressing table with a chest of six drawers, they pulled them out and broke each drawer on my head.
This was the event that made me realise why God blessed me with a big head because with every bang my head responded with a bounce. I was expressionless and do not recall feeling any pain,  I did not cry but looked forward to the last drawer landing on my head thereby bringing my ordeal to an end.

I also wonder what would have become of me if my nanny had not escaped with me that night.  Once they left for my parents’ bedroom, the nanny lifted me and made straight for the back door where they had broken in from.  At this time,  I was covered in my own blood.

This happened in my village and the only way to escape was through the bush paths. it was from the third door we knocked on that we got a response,  once again the very sharp nanny who had me on her neck quickly moved out of the way when the owner of the house jumped out with a machete ready to fight any intruder.  My head could have been on the ground if the nanny had wasted a second.

Dad was the chairman of a prominent government parastatal then and I still wonder if that was the reason why the hoodlums paid us  that visit.

It’s been thirty five whole years since the incident but I still remember and still wonder why it had to happen.  If I was oyibo I would have gone for counselling and possibly been placed on medication and then I would blame every bad behaviour on that traumatic experience.

With that said, please do not hold me responsible for any bad character you notice in me,  I was physically abused by some armed robbers which affected me emotionally and now I have little control over my actions. (Hahahaha) and by the way,  my big head is still saving me and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Lol