Remember the post where I related my talkative stories and how I embarrased my mum all the time? Check this link if you missed it. Well, one thing I deliberately left out is that I argued a lot because I wanted to do this sequel. Sorry for keeping you out of the loop, lol. I could argue with anything or anyone, so far I was convinced that I was right. I still argue now, but the difference then was that I always argued blindly, even with my parents.
What made it worse was that my dad was an expert at fabricating stories and always painting them to me as real. And you know, to a first daughter, her father could do no wrong. On a particular day, this is what went on in my house when I was about five years old. I really don't know how the conversation started but it was something about a lion dying.
@iola: No one has ever killed a lion, only Samson in the bible has killed a lion.
I naively thought Samson was the only man that had killed a lion, I did not put it rightly that Samson was the only man that had killed a lion with his bare hands, since the bible says David killed a lion when he was protecting his father’s sheep.
Dad: what her you talking about, how can you say only Samson has killed a lion?
@ilola: Well, that is what the bible says that only Samson is strong enough to ever kill a lion.
And so we kept arguing back and forth. Remember, I am five years old and my dad is 33 years old in this scenario.
Dad: See you this small girl, I have killed a lion before
@ilola: (wide eyed) It is a lie!
Dad: It is true, I am the second man that has killed a lion.
@ilola: It is a big lie!
Dad: See this small girl (he loved saying this a lot), instead of you to ask how I killed it, you are arguing
@ilola: Oya tell me.
Dad: One day, I was walking in the bush and a lion came out of nowhere and started walking towards me. It was roaring at me, so we faced each other and I brought out my spear and threw it straight into the open mouth of the lion and it died instantly.
I must tell you, by this time, I had ‘chopped’ my dad's ‘fabu’ hook, line and sinker.
Later that day, I was talking to my mum, she is 32 yrs old in this scenario
@ilola: Mummy, do you know that dad has killed a lion before?
Mum: (casting an annoying glance at me) Who told you that? You are not serious, how can your dad kill a lion?
@ilola: It is true, he killed a lion, he threw a spear straight into its mouth and it died.
Mum: it is a lie, he has not killed a lion before
@ilola: He has killed a lion, you just don’t’ know but I know
And so the argument ensued between my mum and I. I argued and argued and argued
Mum: Get out of here, you like to argue blindly!
Are you guys still reading? Well, it was not my fault, I truly believed my dad had killed a lion…
Below is a picture of my dad and I some months after he told be the lion story. He told me he was celebrating my 6th birthday because it was some weeks after my birthday. Little did I know that the get-together was for his Masters graduation. He later consoled me, saying that the celebration was for both of us. *smh
P.S: I am dedicating this post to my dad. Today is his 6th year remembrance. He was brutally murdered in cold blood on 16 July 2005, story for another day. However, I wouldn't want you to pity me because God has really been good to me and my family these past six years. So I would really appreciate it if your comments revolve round his murdering the lion and you thanking God for keeping me this far.