Two things are true.
One is that this post might get me banned from my friend’s life and two, this is the scariest funniest memory I have.
I am not sure what time of the year it was (this would make for a nice Christmas memory) but my parents had packed my elder brother and I into a matatu with one of my dad’s sisters and sent us off to the village to spend time with our grandparents. Of course it was always a new experience because there was always a challenge to face, the constant ones being the fierce bite of safari ants, ticks lodging into our skins and the art of using the pit latrine without losing a shoe or slipper.
It would be false to say I always had fun. Being there for two weeks would get boring very fast especially because there was no one our age to play with at the time.
So when superwoman and her brother (bear with me) came to visit us at our grandparents, my brother and I were overjoyed. I am two years older than superwoman and her brother is a year older than I am and my brother is two years older than him. I am not sure why that confusing detail is relevant. At 6 or 7, your roles are pretty clear cut. Girls stay home and play house while the guys go out to adventure.
I do not remember what happened before this incident, but given that we were getting back into the homestead, I can only assume we were from playing at the swings in the local Catholic Church. The area my grandparents live resemble an excavation site; the land slopes from the main road and after ten meters or so, there is a small cliff, creating almost an earth wall on one side of the homestead. The house is then on a flat part of the land before it drops again to the shamba, where the land slants to a valley before sloping up again. Almost like a gully design of sorts.
For this reason cars were usually left by the road.
It was imperative that one takes great care when coming down the sloping path into the homestead. There was a curve on the path and if you dared walk down at night without a light, you would fall about two meters to the ground below. Nothing would be broken but it would surely hurt.
It was broad daylight when this happened.
Superwoman was rather excited about something and she ran down the path. Instead of taking the curve on the path she missed it and ran straight. Before we knew it, she was sailing through the air for about a meter before landing heavily on the ground. She bounced and skidded to a halt near a cow’s trough.
You can imagine the grazes she had on her face, arms and legs. Oh and the power of her lungs was felt!
I have never seen a human, to this day, fly the way she did.
Have a Fly Christmas, won’t you?