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Sister Dearest



People can write sense paa o. Often times when I think about writing a piece for this blog, I often think about writing something sensible and then discover that some things are not for everyone.


 I am good at a lot of things, writing sense is not one of them. I keep trying though, and today might just be that day that I write something sensible. I’ll let you be the judge at the end. 


Tomorrow is my sister’s birthday. As far as I can remember, I have never made an effort to remember her birthday. Truth be told, there are very few people whose birthday I can remember. Unless your birthday falls on the same days as that of my favorite waakye seller, don’t expect me to remember. Typically, my sister calls me or sends me a message about a week ahead of the day to remind me her birthday is coming up. And I still don’t remember. 


I guess the expectation with such things is for me to say nice things about the celebrant, how special they are…blah, blah, blah. I have suffered too much at the hands of that girl to pretend all is good. The way that girl used to beat me when we were young eh, hmm! 


All is not forgiven. If you ask me, I never deserved any of the beatings. Bathing has always been a luxury i couldn’t afford. My sister somehow never understood this. Somehow, my sister felt the way to resolve this impasse was to resort to beatings. You would think I would learn to just do what she says after a while, but why would I do that. That would make like too simple. 


Another reason she felt was justification enough to subject me to physical pain was how often I washed my sleeping cloth or towel. When she felt it was time for me to wash either of those things, she just soaks it in a bucket and leaves it there till I wash it. Two things happen in this situation – I don’t wash the towel right away, and I don’t take a bath either. The result is that she is pissed, and I get twice the beatings. Lol. I know you probably don’t have any sympathy for me at this point…but whatever. In the end I wash the towel and the sleeping cloth and rinse it in a bucket of tears. I am sure I don’t have to tell you what happens when I go out and don’t come back at a reasonable time. Or a chore she asked me to do doesn’t get done because I was out with my boy boys...hahahaha.


Since I don’t even know what year she was born, I am not even sure how much older she is than me. She sure took her job seriously as “older sister”. My sister is my number one champion though. If not for her, I am sure my family would have sacked me by now. She really, really looks out for me…and that is an understatement. 


I truly owe my sister a lot. I love her dearly and appreciate her a lot. I am much much older now, but she has not stopped taking care of me. She and I are very close…well for good reason. She knows all my girls (past, present, future) so I have to keep her close. 


I don’t like trouble.


The End.


That concludes my attempt at writing something sensible. You can be the judge as to whether it is sensible or not.




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