The Day I Cried Blood

I was young about 6 or 7 years old.......I remember vividly because......that day in school started just like any other day. You know those primary schools where you are asked to refer to your teachers as Aunty and Uncle......

During our lunch break, our “Aunty” had some of the pupils in our class move items from one corner of the room to the other....lo and behold ....one of the items fell, and broke. I was standing close to the pupil who dropped the item and in panic, she pointed that I was the one who pushed her....see me see trouble....I was so shocked , my mouth was agape....when, where, how I wondered ........I was as much as a foot away from her and couldn’t have made her fall.....I was so shocked I couldn’t even put up a defence....and my “Aunty” wondering how sharp-mouthed Sykik couldn’t mutter a word of defence assumed the pupil was telling the truth... she asked me to  kneel down and put forward my palm to be caned . She was going to flog me. She raised her hand to deliver the first stroke ...lo and behold...my well of tears burst without control......I cried like someone who lost her favourite toy.  Suddenly, the classroom was filled with piercing screams from my “Aunty” and class mates...”Sykik, are you okay? ......My God, where’s the blood coming from? .........Sykik, you are crying blood...........the pandemonium got me more scared and the tears now flowed freely like a river....... how can I be crying blood? .....my young mind couldn’t comprehend it.....blood ke, from where....however, if the blood will make “Aunty” not to whip me again....then more blood oh.....I increased the tempo of the tears and then suddenly just as it started the blood ceased and it was all water.....I increased the tempo again and “odeshi”....... it was all water...the blood has stopped.

It was after the whole drama that my “Aunty” realised that the supposed blood was from a boil on my eyelid (stye)...... I have been a drama queen for such a long time