Picking my keyboard to type this, memories of how everything played out came to me like a mirror.
I was in primary six in school back then, and during those days, inter-house sports were not done in the normal group with different colors representing a group. Instead, inter-house sports were done generally by all the schools in the community, and they would choose a school with a large sports field for it.
In that particular season, my school hosted it, and on the day, different sports were held. Just like how a team wins at home, as we see in football matches, my school was leading and dominating in every sport. Then, just in the midst of the sporting events, heavy rumors started spreading that my school had buried some jinx in the ground, and that's what was making us dominate like that.
Okay, let me explain.
If you didn't go through a public school in a rural area, you won't understand this properly.
Those days, we believed so much in using voodoo to win sports. Of course, it worked. Yes, it worked. Lol. 馃槀. The most common prescription was to 'keeee' a lizard, c^t off its head, and bury it on the goalpost that you didn't want the ball to pass through. Then, we would see the ball shot directly to the keeper in the goalpost, and no matter what, the ball wouldn't get past the keeper. Okay, we didn't try it on an empty goalpost. Lol. 馃槀.
Back to the story, sporting events were going on when different groups of people began digging around the fence, searching for what was buried. It was funny. The teachers (coordinators) were seeing the movement and kept announcing that all students should concentrate on the events going on in the field, but no way. Half of the people in the school played deaf and were moving around, even as far back of classrooms, searching and hoping they would find out the charm that was buried, which was making my school win consecutively.
Then it happened
While people were moving around, angrily searching and turning every brick on the ground, I was close to the area where some of them were searching. I was with a friend standing close to them, and while we were conversing, I didn't know when my mouth opened wide, and I said pointing them to my friend,"Look, they're searching for it."
It was a word said to the friend I was standing with, but one of the girls searching for that heard it and called out to the group.
"Which school is he from? I said it!"
*"They buried something." *
"Now you must show us where it was buried."
These were the words they kept shouting, and I was gathered by the group. I was held by the neck, dragged to show them where the voodoo was buried. I began to explain that I wasn't talking to them, nor was I referring to anything of such, but no way. My voice was drowned in the noise, and at that moment, I wished I had never said such a thing.
Just like a play, other groups joined in the dragging, and I was being dragged like a thief to go and show them where my school buried the voodoo, and God knows that I had no idea if my school buried any voodoo.
When my school group found out, they came and rushed all the schools, pulling me out of the crowd, and it almost resulted in a huge fight until the "Man O'War" intervened, which later got to the notification of the teachers, and peace was restored.
A very crazy experience.
Thanks for reading.
This is my entry to Hivenaija prompt of the week
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