22/08/2024
My dad, bless his left-handed soul, was the kind of guy who could thread a needle with one eye closed, but ask him to regulate power and energy? Well, let's just say it was like asking a bull to tiptoe through a china shop. Precision? Sure, he had it in spades. Control? Not so much.
One fine day, he decided to fix the gutter at the back of our house. Armed with a hammer and perched on his trusty three-legged wooden tripod ladder, he looked like a man on a mission. But knowing my dad, this was bound to end in some kind of DIY disaster. As he hammered away, he somehow managed to miss the nail entirely and instead delivered a punishing blow to his right thumb. The hammer flew from his hand, and with the speed of a thunderbolt, he shoved his throbbing thumb into his left armpit, breathing through his hard clenched teeth, groaning silently in pain and agony, as he went straight into full-blown panic mode.
The top rung of the ladder creaked ominously, as if it too knew something terrible was about to happen. In his frantic attempt to save himself from an imagined tumble, he grabbed the top of the ladder. Unfortunately, in classic left-handed fashion, he didn’t just grab it—he yanked it with such force that the ladder shifted. Before he could even process what was happening, the ladder decided it had had enough and tilted dramatically. My dad, still clutching his throbbing thumb, flailed helplessly as gravity claimed him. In a flash, he disappeared over the life fence behind our house, leaving only the echo of a surprised yelp in his wake.
I stood there, trying my absolute best to keep a straight face. But as the sight of my dad, sprawled out on the other side of the fence, flittered through my mind, I couldn’t help it. Laughter bubbled up like a volcano about to erupt. But I knew better than to let him catch me—so I clamped my mouth shut and turned away, shoulders shaking with barely contained mirth. That was one hell of a moment with my dad.
Damn, I miss my old man🫡
Njoki Karigo Kelvin Ga Cucu
