My Chicken trauma

“ My chicken trauma”

 If we look back,

 I guess it wasn't long ago. 

My unfriendly experience with a two-legged animal with a beak.

 Before that, I was good friends with the chicken race, I loved them, their crunchy, crispy taste on my plate when fried into perfection.

Even with the trauma, I don't think that love can ever die.

I was twelve when it happened. A young girl with promising hopes. Well, not that promising . I just wanted to go on an errand sent by my mother and come back in peace. But I was met with something different: 

"The fight of an angry chicken".

Early that morning, when my mother told me I was to help with an errand, I wasn't very happy. Then she said the magic word” the Adegoroye family”. That rang a bell in my head. 

My crush lived there. My very handsome, tall, "tomato lips" Peterson. I had loved him with all my heart, he was my everything. Well, I guess that was then.

On entering the compound, I  scanned the surroundings, looking for my Peterson.       That day, I wore my carefully tied vintage scarf, my long printed skirt, and my pink turtleneck blouse . I had carefully picked that blouse. It had a sunflower picture on it, and at the bottom, it read "A Very Bright Day," which I had believed today would be. 

All of that couldn't be put to waste. "Peterson must definitely see me today," I thought.

I saw his mother. "My mom sent me to grind some pepper," I told her. She collected it and started grinding it. I was still looking around for him. After she finished, I still didn't see Peterson. With a sad face, I carried my bucket filled with grinded  pepper and started going home.

I had seen the chicken from afar, it didn't seem to bother me, so I kept going. Then, in a split second, it darted into my skirt. I tried to wriggle out of the situation, jumping up to allow the chicken out of my long skirt, but it wouldn't budge. In the chaos, my grinded pepper slipped from my wobbly head and poured right onto my body and fell to the ground.

And there he was, right at the gate. He looked like he was just coming back from a match.If I wasn't so mortified,I would have been thrilled to see him. At first he didn't know it was me . I was glad. But before I could make a quick escape, our eyes met, and then I heard it, to my greatest surprise  he burst into a loud, thunderous laughter. He laughed like is life dependent on it. His crew of friends also joined in.

  The chicken later came out, looking rather tipsy, after it's little party under my skirt. If I wasn't already feeling mortified for my sake, the chicken would have felt for it self that day.

 His mother quickly ran to my aid and helped me wipe the stains off my clothes. Well, thank God it didn't enter my eyes.

I carried my empty bucket and my broken heart. I left, feeling embarrassed, angry, and sad. I didn't annoy the chicken; why did it come for me?! 

As I got home, I received the greatest beating of my life. I had just poured away my father's afternoon supper, the stew was to be used for his amala and ewedu soup.

That day, filled with hopes at the beginning, turned out to be the opposite of a very bright day. My blouse prediction was wrong after all.

 

After that day, I no longer had a crush. Peterson became my sworn enemy. His very pink "tomato lips" now looked like the back of a rotten mango fruit to me. He now looks very short and ugly .What did I even see in him in the first place?

Since that day, I started planning my revenge. 

I saw him a week after; he had that smug look on his face, and then I did it ,my long-awaited revenge. I looked around and made sure there was nobody present. Carefully, I removed my shoe and stoned him right on his face, he screamed. And then I started running for my life with one leg bare and the other foot with a shoe. Not stopping till I entered my father's gate and locked it right after.

Till today, Peterson and I do not talk. Peterson Adegoroye will learn to laugh with caution next time. A very stupid boy and a very stupid chicken indeed

With love,  

👜👠Bola