THE DAY I BROKE A RULE
Rules are made for the benefits of every of us. Without it, there will be chaos. Maybe without it, there still may be order. But to ensure that there are no misgivings whatsoever, rules are put in place.
UnsplashIn every area of living, there are rules that govern. That's why we have school rules, workplace rules, political rules, rules by which humans exist, even the Holy book has in it, rules that people are expected to adhere by to ensure decorum.
I'm very good at keeping instructions. I understand the motive behind why they're made. Doesn't mean that I haven't flaunted any. I have. That always happens for reasonable reasons(hopefully you get what I mean).
One time when I broke a rule was this period my parents had warned us against returning home late. Severally they had issued that warning. All through the day, we were at liberty to go out but we all were expected back home before the sun sets.
The reason behind this was that a the time there was an increased rate of crime in my neighborhood. It was becoming unsafe. And anything could happen especially at night.
That fateful day, I realized that I had missed out on getting something which I really needed and so I thought I should go get it. It was almost 4pm but I figured I could hurry down to the market, get my stuff and get back home in a flash. You may ask why I could not wait to go the next day or some other time. The thing was, my family was to travel to my hometown the very next day for the Christmas holiday. We always left very early and I knew even if I promised, my parents would not let me go that morning. After all, I had had enough time to prepare for the trip. So I left. But before that, I went to a friend and asked her to accompany me.
At the market, it took a while before I found what I wanted. I paid for it. Walking through, other things caught my fancy. Since I had some extra money, plus my friend had to get things too, we went into shopping mode.
Time flies! Time flies, that's all I can say.
Before I realized it it was past 6pm. The weather was still bright and maybe that deceived me. My parents were always home by 6pm or minutes on. We left for home. I don't know if you ever experienced it or it's just me, but, maybe because I waa in a situation, darkness began to descend quickly. We got a taxi going home and there was traffic. It was the festive season and that's how it happens.
My heart was racing in my chest. I managed to sit still. I was scared.
Getting home, walking to the front door, I saw my dad's sandal and couldn't go through the front. I made for the back door. On trying to sneak in, my brother stopped me and with a scowl, he said he was going to tell my father what I had done.
My fear heightened. Earlier in that day, myself and this my brother had been in a heated argument. It was only when I felt liquid in my lips that I realized I was crying. I looked at him with pleasing eyes. He looked at me still with a scowl, walked in the direction of the living room. Opened the curtain that demarcated it, peeped in, turned back to look at me and started laughing.
Next he walked back to me and told me to go inside that he would not do that to me. Apparently, when my dad asked after me, he told him that I was sleeping. And it had only been a short while since my father returned.
The relief I felt that day. My parents are strict and my disobedience would have attracted severe punishment.
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