Forgetfulness is inevitable. Sometimes, we can say something and, in the next few minutes, we forget about what we talked about, which can affect the overall plan for that particular thing. We have all fallen victim to forgetfulness in one way or the other.
For me, the end result wasn't funny. I remember back then with my sister. My sister and I share a very strong bond, and I was often referred to as her "handbag." It was her last day that year in secondary school, and we both planned to throw a party in school without our parents knowing.
We sat together in our room, planning how everything would go without Mom and Dad finding out. My sis had agreed to ask Mom for money for chemistry practicals, which would cover drinks. Meanwhile, I tasked myself with asking Dad for money for Home Economics practicals. It was 2k, and I planned to use that for small chops.
A few days earlier, I had promised my sister I would take care of the snacks. She was happy but also wondering where I would get the money to do so. I decided I would return home to make toasted bread since we had eggs at home, and all I needed to buy was a loaf of bread.
I rushed back home after school, trying to finish my toasting before my mom returned from work. I told my sister I would be back soon, and she trusted me, thinking I went to buy the small chops. I rushed home and started the preparation, being very careful not to leave any trace.
I accomplished my mission and locked the door. When I returned, my sister shouted, "Where have you been? We have been waiting for the chops!" I handed her the bag, and she shouted, "I’m getting an aroma of toasted bread. How?" "Wait! Wait!! Don’t tell me you went home to do this? We are doomed, Mary Ann!" she exclaimed.
"Relax, sis. I didn’t leave a trace, so don’t worry. I saw Mom walking inside, but by then, I was already inside the keke. So, she didn’t see me."
"Did you look at your legs before leaving the house?" That was when I bent down to see I was wearing my house shoes. My heart sank, knowing Mom was already home. "What made you think the aroma wouldn’t give a hint that someone toasted bread?"
" I toasted it downstairs, so anyone would think it was one of our neighbors toasted bread in a public socket outside," I replied.
My sister stared at me in disbelief. "But how could you forget to wear your school shoes after such a clean job as this one?"I was mad at myself after all my effort to surprise my sister with toasted bread, knowing how much she loved it. After the one-hour party, on our way home, we planned to lie to Mom if she asked why my school shoes were outside and I'm not home.
When I got home, the first question from Mom was, "Why is this toaster dirty? Also, the quantity of eggs has reduced drastically. I need an explanation!" Without wasting time, my sister started apologizing, despite my eye signals urging her to stop and not tell the truth. My forgetfulness landed my sister and me in trouble.
After Mom noticed the dirty toaster, the reduced number of eggs, and my house shoes outside, she didn’t need anyone to tell her what had happened.After my punishment that day, I didn’t need anyone to tell me how to improve next time. I learned to always stay calm, even if I was panicking. It was my fear that caused the disaster. Whenever I remember the incident, I do nothing but laugh at myself.
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