A Brutal Experience

It was late in the evening, my mother had arrived home from the market. She called and told me she wanted to send me to my grandmother. Upon hearing this, I was very happy because for a long time I had not seen my grandmother. I particularly loved the stories with moral teachings that she narrated to me.

My mother gave me a piece of advice that I should take extreme care of myself. I took the bucket where she had packed some of the things I was to take my grandmother. Then I took a late bus and arrived at a bus stop. Because it was late, there were no busses following route.

I decided to follow the forest trail. I would walk for a long distance, so I was a bit scared. Birds seemed to sing threatening songs but I proceeded. Suddenly, I heard huge footsteps behind me. When I turned back, I did not believe what I saw. It was an old man who had a network of pimples on his face; his face looked like that of a chewed bubble gum and his eyes seemed to have popped out of their sockets.

He looked at me chillingly and I guessed something earth shuddering was about to happen. Before I could utter a word, the old man thundered, “What is your name?” I stood aghast, frozen to the ground, not daring to move a single step. I took a stone and threw it at the man. Little did I know that I had jumped from the frying pan directly into the fire.

The man slapped me and, before he could take the next step, I quickly took to my heels and reached my grandmothers home panting. When I narrated the brutal experience, she was sorry and welcomed me warmly.