The Amazing Masquerade

The masquerade was bedecked in colorful fineries worthy of a king. It was tall like an Irókó tree and twisted itself like an earthworm bathed with salt.
With its skyscraper length it threw itself up in a dizzying circle and came cascading down the earth with a thunderous sound.
They were in a convoy of an itinerant acting troupe. In one of the scenes they outdid themselves in a frenzy of crazy body contortionist movements.
I was enthralled.The shameless pleasure seeker in me was held captive by their gymnastics and several other magical performances.
The drummers in their entourage also beat their talking drums making stiff waists bend at crazy angles and several waist beads protested at their owners insensitive abuse.
Like Jesus and the crowd at Galilee,I followed them determined to be healed of my pleasure sickness through their several location changes and like the errant fly and the hunter,to the deepest part of the bush I followed.
Soon I lost my way and was severely injured while trying to trace my way back.
A local TV reporter saw me blabbering like a stammerer and took me to the nearest local TV station since the loss of blood from my wounds had made me too incoherent to even describe my house.
Several hours passed by when my visibly agitated parents came in and I was taken home.
At home,the neighbours pleaded that Mother should not beat me. They said I must have been charmed by the masquerades.
I couldn't argue with them that my unbridled curiosity was far more potent than any charm.I was just too relieved to be free from such a dramatic day and even more dramatic beating.
Some days later Mother asked me to go and get some plaster for my wounds from the local pharmacy. On my way there I saw my 'wobe' gang members playing "suwe".
I was the unchallenged champion of this game,so I promptly joined them and totally forgot the errand.
They also suggested playing the mannequin challenge popularly known as"change your style".
I was still doing "be like that" when I noticed that darkness came and the face of the earth was void.
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Even the birds stopped their noisy singing and my gang members had started running away. I turned back too late to see Mother in the glory of her 5:10 length looking at me the way you will look at a goat that has just upturned your food after three days of fasting.
In the full wrath of an African mother, she called my full names and I knew this was the apocalypse I was always reading about in the Bible.
My brethren (insert sigh) the thunder I received from her deafened me momentarily and I heard "change your style" on auto replay then I started running like several demons were after me.
The neighbors didn't even bother mediating this time around,infact they called me "ómò alaigboran"
The notorious "bicycle" punishment that would last me for a lifetime was meted to me and was sent to bed without dinner.
PS: Picture is totally unrelated but biko appreciate the landscape jare.