One day, during school holidays, my mother left my little sister in my care. She was a baby then, and I must have been six or seven. “When she wakes up, give her some porridge,” my mom said. I agreed and watched as she left for the city center. Being the obedient child that I was, I waited for a long, long time – thirty minutes. It felt like ages. And my little sister had not even flinched during that time. That was my green light to step outside, into the play world that was iNkomponi.
Of course da Vinci was right outside with a new game for us to play. He could get me to play anything and, on this day, he had another ingenious game. We were going to try to hit each other with objects. He was going to use small stones while I was to use dry lumps of mud, “amagade” as we called them. It was actually fair because my side had three people – two older neighbors and me. On the other side was just da Vinci, older than all of us.
We used trash can lids as shields – one for da Vinci and one for the three of us. We fixed our ‘shields’ on the ground about 12 meters (40 feet) apart. As you can imagine, the best way to avoid getting hit wasn’t to hide behind the two-feet-wide shield but to duck. Despite the possibility, or perhaps because of that, the game turned out to be fun. I don’t remember getting hit but I do remember making da Vinci jump. I really enjoyed it – until we ran out of amagade. We were now at the mercy of da Vinci, who still had a mound of little stones to go. “Wait a bit and let us go get more of amagade,” we pleaded with him. “There’s nothing like that!” he shouted back, a grin on his face now. He now threw harder, breaking his promise that he would not throw hard (a promise he had used to entice us to play the game).
We had no choice but to run from the line of fire. Ever more excited, he chased after us. The three of us tried to scatter to make it difficult for him to aim. Nobody noticed he had picked up a large piece of shale. When I turned back, I saw him throw it. Out of all the places it could go, it chose the top of my forehead. I wailed loudly, having never seen so much blood before. “I told you to get out of the way. I wanted to get the other two,” da Vinci apologized. I didn’t say a word. I had blood all over my face.
Six stiches it took to close the gash. I did not cry when the needle and twine went in and out of my skin that afternoon. I had already cried enough. In a couple of weeks I was as good as healed, only with a prominent scar on my head, right where my front hairline meets my forehead. I don’t remember if I spoke to da Vinci during my healing period. I only remember that we stayed friends until he left many years later. And that’s Nkompon’ life – kids can give each other permanent scars and still remain friends.
How about I talk about my childhood crush next time? Too boring, eh? We’ll see.
kkk nw i kw…nyc story man ,yah guyz rilly enjoyed ur childhood, wonder hw mny strokes u gt frm mum when she gt bak
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I did have quite a childhood I’ll tell you that. I don’t remember the strokes haha, just the candy I was given for not crying while they sewed my wound shut.
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so was the baby sister you were watching OK while you were out frolicking ?
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Yes she was. And she lives to laugh at my scar.
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What a tale! Very intriguing. You write very well, and it’s always fascinating. What ever happened to da Vinci?
I’d love to hear about your crush!
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Thank you Professor. It means a lot coming from you!
da Vinci should be in South Africa. He left over a decade ago. Legend had it that he was in Italy doing art. I don’t know if that’s true.
Okay perhaps I’ll talk about my crush. However, I’ll have to take extra care not to irk the lovely dame that I want to bring to Green Planet *smile, wink.*
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You honor me! *smiles bigly*
Now that is an interest. I’m wondering now…
*laughing* Yes, do that for sure. It’ll be great to have you two visit, for sure.
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Haha let’s get over the crush hurdle and maybe she’ll bring me to Green Planet – alive.
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*laughing* (Does she read your blog?)
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haha she’s probably read one or two posts – and that’s when I’ve asked her too. So it’s not too big of a risk haha!
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Aha! Then we may be almost completely safe!
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We just might be, Professor. I can only hope.
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Definitely.
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I love the story, the permanent scar looks cool on you hahaha!
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haha I bet I look good with a scar on my forehead. And many thanks to you 🙂
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