CRAZY SATURDAY

Saturdays are meant to relax and chill out with "hommies" yunno, reason being that it's not an official working day.

Two Saturdays ago...the sun was shining at its full strength, in the morning hours.

I seized the opportunity to wash and dry my clothes. I performed some other household chores afterwards. 

At the eve of the day, I decided to join my guys at the football pitch, despite the warnings my mom gave me.

When I got there, the game had already begun...I was behind time. 

At some point in the game, someone was substituted so I could play.

Minutes after I got in, I was fouled by an opponent. I actually dived but decided to act like I was hurt. I needed a free kick.

The foul play led to a hitted argument, the game was suspended.  Some group of persons began to play the ball amongst themselves. I decided to rest my head alittle. I found a suitable area on the pitch, I laid down facing the road. I slept off.

Few minutes later, I woke up. The whole field was filled with silence. I looked around, only to realize my guys had all disappeared.

I was confused, I got up... picked up my football kits, I was about leaving when three hefty men approached me.

One of them held the ball we used in playing.

"Who broke the side window of my car over there?" the owner of the car parking across the field asked.

I said I wasn't the one and I don't know who did it either. I then realized what my guys had done.

He said I had to pay for it since I was amongst the footballers. I had no money, talkless of 35K. I explained that to him.

He decided I would pay in kind. I was still wondering what he meant by that, until one of them brought out a powerful whip from the car.

I laid on the bonnet of the car to be lashed 35 strokes, equivalent to the cost of the window. All my pleas were to no avail. I was beaten in ten's... After every 10 strokes, I was given the opportunity to air my bumbum.

The whip was so hot and painful. 

Afterwards, I performed "pick pin" punishment for about five minutes,  equivalent to the remaining 5 strokes.

I struggled to get home with my swollen bumbum and laps. I felt like taking off my shorts on my way back. 

Immediately I got home, I went directly to my room, pulled off my shorts and laid directly underneath the fan. Hot tears kept flowing down my cheeks.

What a crazy day!!!

 I cursed the day I knew my guys.

Right from that moment, I swore never to participate in anything football. I flee, any time I saw football, I run away like someone being pursued by a ghost.

I learned the hard way!!!