Just on our way back from school with the sun🌞 set high above, my friend David who had been cat-walking for minutes because he was pressed😵 and wanted to poo. Suddenly let out a quick shout 😫as he dived into a cassava farm nearby.
"Dave no shit for person cassava oo" I screamed at him.
"Rest osinso, nothing go happen. To shit for person farm dey sweet🤥" he replied.
"Who's there!!"🗣️, An energetic elderly voice rang just too close to where I stood. He was right behind me already and I couldn't make a sign to notify my friend that the farm owner was in sight😿.
David must have been shaken by the strong voice because I could just hear him running 🏃through the cassava stems, breaking some as he plundered to my direction frightened😱.
The elderly man held his collar🧟. David had ran into the man's waiting arm immediately he ran out confused of from where the direction of the sound came from .
"What were you doing there?" The man asked, with a wicked grin😏.
" I... I wwass... I was just .." he was still mumbling when the first slap landed on his cheeks🤯.
I was shocked by the sound of this very slap, I would have fainted if it was me. I wanted to laugh at the sight of my friend looking like a hanging rag in the man's palm but decided it wasn't wise to.
I swallowed hard not to laugh when we later continued our journey home. David's chin looked delicious, swollen and red like toasted chicken🍗.
He had started wailing when he received his third slap. Big boy in the mud😁
I bet it must have been the sweetest farm shit experience of his life.