I sat down in the sitting room, preparing (reading) for my forth coming examination as my sister – the queen of animae) watched her favorite (Cinderella).
I really wasn’t interested as I sought to understand probability in mathematics.
After sometime, my elder brother walked into the sitting room and I got distracted with him flipping through the channels, until he got to one and left muttering under his breath “nothing interesting to watch”.
But then, this program arrested me.
I was intrigued by it, enclosing me within its shadows, I was held in captivity as the perfection captured my mind and soul.
I was in awe as this ‘golden’ band performed. I went numb, only seeing, feeling and enjoying this excerpt performance.
The whole house was stuffed with smoke of the burning rice.
I just didn’t care!
As I allowed the performance to keep me in paradise.
It took the aid of my brother hitting me hard on my back to bring me back to reality.
As I ran to the kitchen, I turned off the gas and went back to my world, not understanding Probability, and leaving my maths textbook but watching the band perform.
I was lost in this paradise of perfection.
My mind, soul and body came back to reality as the show rounded up.
And as days passed by, the perfection of the band captured me.
I followed the ‘golden’ band on all the social media networks, and things continued this way until they had a concert in my country.
I had to save the money given to me for my feeding to purchase the ticket.
And on that faithful day, I dressed on my best clothes. Just to be stopped by my parents who regarded the band and their performance as ‘such silly things’.
But that did not stop me, as I hurriedly escaped using the back door.
I went to the concert, not looking back at my decision.
Having a selfie and an autograph of my favourite band.
I was satisfied.
