I just remembered an incident that occurred when I was small, I was in js2 or js3 at the time. One Saturday morning, myself and our last born(my baby sister) were drinking tea and then, she became pressed and stepped out to relieve herself.
As she stepped out, the devil whispered into my ears to taste from her cup. I obeyed. I took a little of it even after she had warned me repeatedly to not drink from it while she is away.
But of course, I assumed she'd not find out. Wen she got back, she looked at my face as if searching for something, then she stared for a long minutenat the tea, probably measuring it and when she was convinced that something was wrong, she squeezed her face like a deflated balloon and let out a scream.
My father was already prepared to leave for work when he supposedly heard loud cries and screams. He called to her and my sister being the small-witch that she was exaggerated everything.
In my defence, I could not utter a word for fear of the unknown plus, my sister is daddy's princess ad no one ever won against her.
My father then told me to hand my tea over to her or use my own money to get her a new one. At that time, I had already drunk mine. Just like in the movies, that man chased me out of the house and ordered I don't return without the tea.
Now, that wasn't my first time of eating my sister's food but I guess that that wasn't my lucky day or maybe karma was tired of letting me take lead. I had no money on me and was very scared.
I stayed outside until evening and even then, it was my mother who had sent for me, saying that my sis, the same cause of my predicament, missed me already. I went back home and things were back to normal.
Even my father got back from work and acted like nothing had transpired earlier. It did not stop me from maintaining my distance and avoiding his deadly left hand. That night, after cooking eba and okra soup, my mum made noodles with egg for my sister. She doesn't like swallow.
Without asking, although my mouth was forming a pool, my sister offered me some of her food. That was because since ever I returned home, I was angry at her and refused to play. We were both in the living room sitting. Just the two of us.
I did not know that her giving me the food meant I should take only half a spoon. That was how I fetched a spoonful and ate. Enroute to my mouth, she did not say a word. Immediately it landed safe in my mouth, she grabbed the spoon from my hand and started to examine the quantity of the remaining noodles.
Once she was done, she started to cry at the top of her voice. I was stunned but alert and so, did all I could possible to make her stop. Instead, the voice increased. I even used my hand to cover her mouth inorder to muffle her voice but she tried to bite me. When it dawned on me that I could do nothing to placate her,I quickly headed in the direction of my room.
Just as I turned to go, I met my father at the door. Once our eyes met, I quietly went back in, knelt down, closed my eyes and raised my hands, and the rest is a tale for some other time.
My life became blue-black at that very moment, because literally, I saw terrible things. You see that my sister, I saw hell in her hands. Just thinking of it, my eyes are heavy.
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