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Welcome to my blog and another wonderful edition of the Hive Learners' featured post. At some point in our lives we must have been faced with a situation where we just had to say a lie for our own good or for the good of a loved one. Lying is a habit for some people, but in the life of some they only do it occasionally. Many individuals detest lying and liars. My dad will say lying to him means you take him for the fool he is not, and if he eventually finds out you lied, then you have a lot of explanations to do, explanations he won't even believe. Once my dad catches you lying, he concludes that you do it all the time and everything you say is a lie. He starts finding it very difficult to believe whatever you say. This made me fear lying, but sometimes when one's head is on the line, you have to do it to save them.
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Lying is one of the first few wrong things we got ourselves to engage in as kids. Remember carrying a pillow from the bedroom to the sitting room, and when my mom asked with a tone I knew was not good for me, I immediately denied. Even as my siblings were pointing fingers at me, I stood my ground and made sure I was not punished. If I had agreed, maybe I would have been punished badly, but no one agreeing to being responsible for the pillow leaving the bedroom means no one would get punished, so I did what was best for me but later felt bad in a way after she started using bible quotes to make me feel guilty.
The one lie I told and I feel bad about happened years ago. I had to lie against my innocent younger sister in order to save my younger brothers. My dad came back from Sudan with a very fine and fancy kitchen knife. Everyone that got to see this kitchen knife talked about and admired it; it was fancy and very sharp, so it matched the praises it was getting and all. I don't know how they got the inspiration or how it came about; my younger brothers decided to use this fancy knife and so many other knives to take an aim at our wooden door, like they see in movies.
Funny how some things work. Of all the knives used to take aims at the door, I don't know how it is the fancy knife that got stucked on the door. We tried pulling the knife out; instead of the knife being pulled out, the handle separated from the knife itself, causing the knife to be bad and went beyond repair. We tried using glue on it before my dad noticed, but it wasn't working, and we just had to come up with something to save them from getting flogged and me from getting scolded since I was there too.
We decided to say the knife fell off my younger sister's hand; since she was still quite small, she stood a chance of not getting flogged or punished. She had to carry the blame while the rest of us were set free. When we told our dad about the knife, we could all see how angry he was through his facial expression, and thank God we did not tell him the truth because he would have unleashed hell on us.
My answer is yes. I might lie to save my siblings, but maybe a better lie would do without anyone to carry the blame. Till today I still feel bad and have the urge to tell my dad what really happened to his favorite knife, but I dare not.
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