The African Boychild

I was siting on a three-legged stool watching a 🎬 movie when suddenly my father appeared.I was not expecting he would come back so early.A cold shrill ran down my spine and I was now trembling like a chameleon on a feeble twig.To be honest I really feared 😨😨😨🤑😢 my father. "Get out of my house !!I am tired of feeding a lazy bone" These were my father's words that left me stuck like a statue.I pinched myself on my cheek to confirm whether I was dreaming but  I was not asleep.I looked at my mother to see if she could atleast advocate for me but she instead looked aside.I wondered what had made him so upset.Or was it because I was watching a video while I was supposed to be in the shamba digging ?? Sensing that my father's eyes were still on me, i lost grip of the glass in my hand ..Unluckly it fell and broke into pieces.. I saw my father rush in his bedroom and came out with a whip ..The same whip which I used to discipline our donkeys whenever they tried to resist