When I was in Standard Eight, hop, step and jump popularly called 'three-sticks' was the game of the season. It got more competitive when we placed bets on the winner. One day, I was a finalist, with only one opponent to beat and I'd get all the cash.
My opponent jumped first and failed. I was elated because at that point I was sure I’d win. I was on my last step, ready to clear the last obstacle when some little lower primary girls crossed my path. We collided and consequently, I failed in my bid.
The other guys we were playing with took off with the cash. Angry after my loss, I turned to the small girls. Luckily, they had not gotten hurt, and I could not help but curse out loudly: ‘you little b****es!’ Then, for a moment it seemed like everything stopped and all eyes in the playground were on me. Everyone had heard me.
Thereafter, chaos erupted. All the girls around, irritated by my choice of words, came running towards me. They were yelling and screaming. Before I realised it, I was being led by a troop of screaming chicks to the teacher-on-duty. Without hesitation, the teacher pounced on me and gave me six straight ones. To make matters worse, the girls were there, cheering. As if that was not bad enough, I had to apologise to the Standard Two girls during the school assembly. Worst of all, the new hot shot in my class (whom I had recently started ‘negotiations’ with) witnessed the whole thing from start to finish.
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