It was late in the evening, my mother had arrived home from the market. She called and told me she wanted to send me to my grandmother. Upon hearing this, I was very happy because for a long time I had not seen my grandmother. I particularly loved the stories with moral teachings that she narrated to me.
My mother gave me a piece of advice that I should take extreme care of myself. I took the bucket where she had packed some of the things I was to take my grandmother. Then I took a late bus and arrived at a bus stop. Because it was late, there were no busses following route.
I decided to follow the forest trail. I would walk for a long distance, so I was a bit scared. Birds seemed to sing threatening songs but I proceeded. Suddenly, I heard huge footsteps behind me. When I turned back, I did not believe what I saw. It was an old man who had a network of pimples on his face; his face looked like that of a chewed bubble gum and his eyes seemed to have popped out of their sockets.
He looked at me chillingly and I guessed something earth shuddering was about to happen. Before I could utter a word, the old man thundered, “What is your name?” I stood aghast, frozen to the ground, not daring to move a single step. I took a stone and threw it at the man. Little did I know that I had jumped from the frying pan directly into the fire.
The man slapped me and, before he could take the next step, I quickly took to my heels and reached my grandmothers home panting. When I narrated the brutal experience, she was sorry and welcomed me warmly.