I WAS A BULLY

"Where could that sound be coming from?" mummy thought to herself as she continued riding the pedal of her sewing machine. But the sound persisted with frequent groaning. "Could anyone be in labor or is anyone doing the rest room thing in the living room?"
She kept on with her work. when she could finally bare it no more, she quietly approached the direction the sound was coming from. The closer she got the more bizarre thoughts flooded her mind as the sound became more real.

At that time, a part of our living room was demarcated with a curtain spread through some length. The sound  was coming from behind that curtain. "what could this be?", she imagined as she made her way to the curtain.  Pulling the curtain up, guess what she saw.

She was taken aback when  she saw my twin  (Grace) and I bathed in our own sweat. We were fighting. Yes! You  heard (read) me right! but there was a consensus we reached that we will not make loud noise as we dealt with  each other. So were ttrying to sound proof our nois hence the groaning. We were both wrapped around each other like a webbed insect. We  beat each other almost to satisfaction if not for mum's intervention.

you can imagine what followed. We were given the beating of our life. Each stroke sunk to the depth that both the sensory and motor neurons almosst had traffic congestion on their way to and from the sensory and motor centres in the brain respectively. The strokes sunk into the deep fascia of our gluteal region as Mum spoke these words; "Don't you ever fight like this again. You are twins, you should love each other and never be provoked to exchange physical combats or confrontation". We understood by force when our buttocks could barely sit due to pain.

Another experience was when we were on our way home from church one dayvand I don't know how Grace's shoe got pulled off. Instead of giving it back to her, I made a football out of it like I was Lionel  Messi. I made her walk quiet a distance crying behind me like I stole her Ice cream. But then again, a man intervened and she was almost denying me as her brother. Is it her fault?

These and other experiences had made me appreciate our togetherness. Little wonder we love each other so much that Dad will warn our older siblings never to interfere whend we have misunderstanding because any one who dares to play the role of a peace maker will end up carrying the blame. lol.

I Love her like I could marry her person in a another. She is my confidant, a friend from the womb. She understands me front and back and we share several deep stuffs from spiritual,emotional and to our philosophy of life. We also have a whole lot in common. We have maximized our differences and now have common grounds.

Who is that person you had so much fight with bit now have blended so much? share your experience.

Day Six

Stay tuned for more experiences from My World.

Cheers!!!