Every now and then, people choose to go down the memory lane. They take the long (or short) walk down the path and reminisce about the things that have happened to them in the past. The sad moments, the funny moments, the happy moments and the embarrassing ones as well. I on the other hand am not people. Matter of fact, I wonder who would name their child “People”. Bad as that joke might have been, my point is I do not go down the memory lane every now and then. I do it all the time.
I am constantly living and reliving things that happen to me. So much so that half the time, I am not even in the present. Even in conversations with people, I tune out to remember the time I was trying to hold in a fart while the nurse stood over me with the needle and syringe in hand. It’s gotten so bad that I’m pretty sure I must have lost friends to that already.
Apart from the fact that the past makes up about seventy percent of everything that goes on in my head, I promised at the creation of this blog that there would be the “Irewole’s Diary” category on this blog. For these reasons, today I would not be boring you with an article on how you can do anything you want to if only you believe. Naa fam. Today, I would be telling you a personal experience and hopefully draw one or two moral lessons from it.
It all happened when I was a young boy…
My father was relatively strict and would occasionally set rules and regulations in the house to keep the kids in check (like almost every other father would). One of those rules was that between the hours of seven and nine in the evening, we were to be at our reading tables doing academic work.
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Fun as reading was however, I did not want to do it. My eleven year old self was more interested in watching movies. Shocking, I know.
I remember being so obsessed with Clark Kent back then from the Smallville series. Thinking about it now still gets me emotional. All those movies intrigued me. Justice League, Batman: Brave and the Bold. As a matter of fact, I was pretty much obsessed with the entire DC Comics.
Anyway, I went to school and borrowed a season or so of Smallville from my best friend partly because that was what all the JSS1 students were talking about. Superman this, Superman that. My dad worked outside the state so I thought I’d just watch it when he travelled back to work at the end of his leave. I kept the movie in my bag. That night, I was about to observe the seven to nine tradition. I sat at the edge of my bed and began pulling out my books with the movie still in my bag. I did not see my dad walk in and did not notice I pulled the movie cover itself out at the same time.
He obviously had not gotten me that movie and he wondered how it came to my bag. He looked at me skeptically and asked what was going on. I tried playing cool but my heart was having a one man orchestra inside my chest. I took the easiest way possible out. I lied. Told him a friend asked me to help him keep it and then forgot it with me. Keep in mind that I was terrible at lying back then. Matter of fact, I’m still terrible at lying seeing as I’m such a good boy.
He obviously figured it out immediately. He told my mom who would be driving me to school the next day to verify what I had said from the friend. That day, we went to school and I introduced my best friend as the person who told me to keep the movie in front of my mom. He looked confused and told her that was not what happened and then told her that I asked for the movie because I wanted to watch it.
A number of my friends were around and they gave me the stink eye like “look at this stupid liar not being able to lie properly.” I’d say I’ve never felt more embarrassed but that’d be a lie. Strangely, my greatest regret at the time was that I did not get to watch that movie. Yes I was that obsessed. Thankfully, I did not get beaten.
The one time I did get beaten however was when I wanted to be like Firelord Ozai so I lit a match in front of a bottle of insecticide and then pointed it at the curtains in my dad’s room, burning it. I’m sure you don’t wanna hear about that though. I wouldn’t want to bore you with stories of how my entire house almost got torched by fiery tongues of destruction and how I got the ass whooping of a life time. No, I’m sure the story of me lying and not getting punished for it is a lot more entertaining. You’re welcome by the way.
Sitting here in front of my laptop, typing this long article and hoping it won’t be as crappy as I think it is, I can think of one very important moral lesson.
Never eat beans and egg for dinner from a shop you know nothing about by 11pm at night. It is one of the worst possible things you could do to yourself.
Also, lying is not good or whatever.
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