This dog I met in one of my rare visits to my uncle’s looked cute but brought a lot of memories rushing through my mind.
Sometimes promises are the most beautiful lies. If I can take you down memory lane to my childhood, when lies were part of me, thy vessel of vague promises. at one point, while at home, chilling in the house all by myself, I hear a knock at the door. Being an african kid, one is not supposed to leave the house unless instructed otherwise; so at this point fear engulfed me since I was not sure whether to open the door or not and who was I going to meet at the door made me scared.
My mother was long gone to her friends’s place and had been expecting her early enough since darkness has started creeping in. I feebly walked to the window to confirm who ‘my guest’ was at that time of the day.
I don’t know her, was sure i had never met her and was not ready to take any risk. being a kid i had no option but to rush to my room and lock myself in in case ‘my visitor’ tried forcing her way in, while silently lamenting on my mom’s whereabouts. She had promised me to be back in time before darkness but it was all a lie. tears cascaded down my frowning face as i cuddled under my bed.
from that experience i find it hard trusting anyone, especially those who like/love promising. i believe promises are the sweetest to the conveyor but bitter to the recipient since they are not even sure if they’ll be accomplished.
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