Phew it's already a week into the new year/month!!...... Good morning lovelies *group hug* thanks for the care and checking up on me. I feel lot much better but since I'm back to my station, I'm battling the cold that is threatening my bones and my chest. Abeg those people for yonder how una dey cope for winter?
Ehen, back to the business of the day, for kids like me that grew up in Nigeria, I'm sure this scene was a regular in our household. A visitor coming to look for your parents and you going to notify daddy or mummy that a visitor is around and daddy or mummy telling you to go and tell the visitor that they are sleeping or they are not around. Abeg if you never experienced it do like this O/.
I remember once it happened one man that is always coming to beg my father for money came and I was the one that answered the bell, I went in to my father and told him that "that begibegi man is at the gate" and my father told me to go and tell him he was sleeping and I marched with my two left legs and said "daddy said I should tell you he is sleeping" and the man refused to go oh until my father came out. The beating I received that day for puncturing the lie no be here!
My uncle is also fond of telling me to pick up his calls and tell the caller he is ill or some other lie *crossing my self* Father have mercy on me and because this is Africa where we carry respect on our head I just have to obey else I'll be tagged as having grown wings.
These elders I have to lie for are the ones that preach in morning devotion that we should not lie, they are the ones that taught us while growing up to always say the truth no matter what but they do the "do as I say and not as I do" principle oh.
Heaven knows if I don't want to talk to you on phone, it's either I pick and tell you off or I won't pick up at all.
For those that have been in my shoes, what lie did you have to tell and how did you cope? Did your conscience judge you?