It was a stormy day that felt like the sky was going to fall in. Grey, wet and windy.
Soaking wet from head to toe, I happily dreamt of one thing as I approached home. Mangoes!!! Yes mangoes falling off a swaying tree in the rain, behind the outdoor bathroom.
There was always a green slime that snaked alongside the building in a ground-gutter, but that sight did not deter my scornful nature, because of my love for mangoes.
As usual I had brought home half my egg sandwich that I took to school for lunch. I never liked egg sandwich. Though gram-ma took good care to make sure I always had it for lunch. I never went hungry at her place for the need of food.
Before gram-ma, got home that evening I had gorged myself with the delicious mangoes from behind the unsanitary building. Mmm, sooo sweet!!
Her scolding was too late and my punishment was self inflicted as I suffered the pangs of pain from my belly. The unclean mangoes were leaving my little body from both ends at the same time. I don't remember washing them. Ooh no!
To this day I still love mangoes!
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