My Worst Christmas Experience Till Date
29th December, 2007, I woke up very early in the morning in anticipation of our planned activities for the day. Finally, grandma is going to let me go to the stream with my elder brothers. She always told me I was underage. Underage? I don't believe that. I am 9 years old for crying out loud. I cried so loud last week, when she stopped me from going to the stream with them. So, with my brothers' pleadings, finally she allowed me to go today. I was so excited. I woke everyone up, led the morning prayers, and picked my Jerry can...off we went. We passed a lot of tatched houses on our way. We lived in the most remote part of my village, and of course, grandma's village haven't seen civilization.
I jumped in excitement when we finally got to the stream. I didn't waste time to fill my Jerry can with as much water as I could carry. Then we headed home. My brothers suggested that we follow the shorter way home since there were many exciting things to see, including mmuo (masquerade's). I quickly agreed to go with them. Not long after we took this shorter part, we saw 3 masquerade's coming towards us. I was so excited I almost ran towards the masquerade's. But my brothers stopped me. I don't know what they sensed, but before I realized what was happening, the masquerade's started running towards us with great speed. My brothers threw their jerrycans and ran off...as if he just remembered me, my eldest brother turned back and saw me trying to run with my jerrycan. He snatched it from me and asked me to run. I was running as fast as my tiny feet could carry my large head.
I felt one of the masquerade's grip me and snatched me away from my brother. He tried to fight them, but the other masquerade hit him on the back. He fell face down, and the masquerade started whipping him with his cane. The masquerade who had snatched me from my brother threw me on the floor and kicked me. I was just screaming "mmuo bikonu" (masquerade please). His right arm bounced up and down landing hot strokes on my body. I screamed and screamed.
He didn't stop. As I felt the strokes landing on me, I remembered how grandma always refused to allow me come to the stream. No wonder. I stopped screaming. A lot of things started running through my head. I don't remember exactly, but, I felt a strong arm lift me off the floor...screaming my name. I could hear my brothers screaming my name. I felt like I was in a trance, or a dream. I tried to call my brothers to help me as I could still feel hot stings from the strokes I received earlier. My brothers kept screaming my name and hitting me all over, asking me to wake up.
They sounded terrified. I was terrified as well. "I am awake" I said to them. But then I realized that even I couldn't hear my own voice. For real? I wasn't awake? I then began another struggle...to wake up. Then I felt water continuously splashing on my face. I opened my eyes...and I saw their faces lighten up. They were so happy I was finally awake. I sobbed. They consoled me and took me home. Grandma treated my wounds. I was grounded, my dad was so angry. He sent me into the room after yelling at my brothers, grandma and I. I sat on the bed as hot tears ran down my cheeks.
If only I could lay hands on that masquerade again in my life,I would so deal with him, he would be writing this kind of article I'm writing today.
What your worst Christmas experience? Have you ever been beaten by a masquerade? Have you ever been beaten up to the point you loose consciousness? I'd like to hear your opinions.