Steeming Community Contest |Throwback:"Memories of Your Sweet 16" by Dayographix

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I want to use this opportunity to thank @fabio2614 and #steamingcommunity for this great contest . i want share a throw back memory.

Whenever I meet someone new and the person introduces his or herself to me as a Doctor, I am always weary and eager to clarify if the person is a Medical, Veterinary or Native Doctor.

There was this Native Doctor that lives close to our church then at Onitsha. He lived in a mud house without fence but decorated with a white and red pieces of clothes. The walls of the house were designed with white coloured paintings of skeletons, human skulls, bones etc clearly depicting the residence of a doctor albeit native one.

As a young boy, i needed no one to tell me to keep my distance from such a place. Even though house was dreaded by both the young and old, same cannot be said about the aroma of the chicken that comes out from that compound. I will give it to them, they indeed know how to prepare the chicken presented for sacrifice.

Being that the compound was not fenced one could practically see what goes on inside without trespassing. Sometimes you see different kinds of fruits in a bowl with chicken feathers scattered around it in front of the compound.

There is this boy that usually plays football with us at Ezechima Primary school after school sometimes or after our mass servers practice. He doesn't serve mass with us neither does he attend our school. He plays very well and that makes him have the prerogative of selecting those that will play with him. I usually come with the football even though I don't know how to play and when it comes to selection I will be the last to be considered and sometimes will be reserved for the bench.

On one occassion I was the remaining person that will complete the team of this other boy and he refused that I will play with their team. It was not only embarrassing, it was humiliating. I know I couldn't play as well as them but it shouldn't be rubbed on my face.

Our people said that "asokata eze anya, ekpulu kata n'iru welu gwaya okwu"(after a long while of timidity, you have to grow some balls and face your adversary). I insisted that its either I play that football with them or I go home with my ball.

To our surprise this boy took my ball and dashed out of the field daring me to do my worst. As if other boys read my mind, we all ran after him in pursuit. Ezechima Primary school is not up to 1km to obeleagu street, by Awka road onitsha where he ran to. But to our greatest shock, he ran inside that native doctor's compound.

It took the combination of the spirit of God in me and the rage of taking my property without my permission to make me not to realize I was already few metres inside that compound.

I was very scared especially having reliased I was dealing with the son of a native Doctor. So many less encouraging thoughts was going through my head at the time. What if they blow a white powder on my face and I become unconscious? What if they make me or my ntanta (Dick) to disappear?, what if they make me turn into an egg or even chicken like the one I was perceiving its aroma?.

Tears filled my eyes but I couldn't allow it to flow. I knew in my mind at that point I was never going to see my ball again.It appeared as if we interrupted some incarnation as the native doctor rushed out with his left eyes painted with white paint while his son was pointing at us. I didn't wait to hear what the man was about saying as he approached in anger. I took off in company of other boys.

The short white bearded man shamelessly pursued us in the street. The hunters indeed became the hunted.

While I ran, I was reciting "ekpere maka onwu anuli, Jesus, Mary na Joseph"(Prayer for a holy death). I thought I was going to die. But on a low key I was thanking God I had not been used as sacrifice at the time but ofcourse my kidney and liver wouldn't be sweet with the anger burning in me.

I missed a step while almost being caught up by their dog and I fell on my belly while sustaining some degrees of injuries. While on the ground I saw that the native Doctor was holding one of us by his ear. I didn't bother running further as I knew the evil man might not want to harm me in public.

The good samaritans who were around took me to the house of a man notoriously refrerred to as Doc. Nothing about that man looks like someone that went to medical school but bearing in mind my circumstance, I had no choice.

The Doctor properly so called gave me injection on my left ass. I don't recall getting better in good time. I had abscess on my ass for almost a week as a result of the injection. The abscess on my ass was the least of my worries as I was only able to release flatus for sometime without excretion.

My nightmare started when I was told the Doctor i was taken to was "Doctor umu anumanu"(Veterinary Doctor).

I didn't know if my problem was from the Doctor that gave me injection or the whether native Doctor "akochi go m ike" but I placed myself on holy water therapy until i got better.

I tried to be good to people but what did I get in return, a swollen buttocks.

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