Curse is Meekness. HoL 83

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Humans of Lagos

"This teaching; "blessed are the meek, and the peacemakers for theirs is the kingdom of heaven," is the teaching that raises obedient children as baits for this blame trading society.

I was raised to adopt the teaching, so I became the trash bin for my fellow humans that are always happy to put the blame on others.

"I am sorry," the sentence I was dogmatically trained to be uttering all the time was the sentence that made me internalise several junks that I ought to trash out.
I say; "I'm sorry," all the time even when I'm right. 
My adopted sister once counselled me about not saying it whenever I do no wrong. However, I couldn't change.

I get sad when I'm right but I still say those lines to make others happy and avoid quarrel. Yet the other party still act as if I was actually right to be sorry.

So one day, I changed.

On a Friday evening, I entered into the front seat of a commercial bus. When I closed the passenger's vehicle's door, it accidentally hit the fingers of a guy that seated on the first row but wrongfully placed his fingers at the door.

"I'm so sorry," I screamed
"Shut up. You fool." He replied me with an aggressive tone.

I processed his words for few seconds, and then the spirit of anger descended on me. I alighted from the bus, drag the guy out of the bus as well, and then gave him the thorough beatings like that which awaits sinners in the hands of the Devil in the afterlife. 

I knocked on his head so hard, slapped his chubby cheeks till I felt his skull cried, kicked his robust buttocks that's as big as that of an ebony black Ghanaian lady.

People begged me, yet I didn't bulge. I beat him till I felt very sorry for him. So then, everything in me told me to apologise. And I said; I'm so sorry for pouncing on you like a cheetah hitting up on a Deer."

You see, being innocent sometimes can be a sin."

© FERT, 2016

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