I remember when I was little. When we cooked our meals with a kerosene stove. I was never the patient one because I was always in a hurry to finish any house chores quickly and rush outside to play with other kids. I could forgo food once I was consumed with play.
The result of my impatience always gives me a scolding from Mama. I made the same mistake whenever I had to pour kerosene into the stove.
Mama’s voice will always pierce through the kitchen walls as she calls out to me to be careful as I pour the kerosene. Her voice travels with speed from the parlour where she usually sits to sew into my ear-lobes.
“Make sure you pour the kerosene into the stove with the funnel.
“Yes Ma”, I replied
Did you hear me?
“I said make sure you use the funnel so the kerosene doesn’t spill on the floor like the last time”
“Yes Ma, I heard you.”
But my stubbornness at that time will not allow me to do the right thing. Instead of pouring the kerosene carefully, I end up spilling the liquid.
Sitting down now, as I type this post, I recall my childhood experiences with nostalgia.
Submitted to the Daily Prompt Funnel.
Peace and Love!
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