When I was a little kid, there are so many things I feared. Exams is not one of them. Failure is not one of them. I was afraid of snakes and red ants. I loathed things that could bite or sting. It was not only because of the stories I was told about them, I experienced them a few time except the snakes of course. That would be deadly. Of the few people I know who have been bitten by snakes, there is a 50 percent survival rate, and that’s an exceptional performance considering they the fact that they didn’t know the type of snake that bit them. They were only two and oh, this is very interesting in this year of year equitability; it was a male and female. The male died in the process of being put in a rickety bicycle for a five kilometre journey to the local Dispensary.
The female who is somehow a relation of mine didn’t succumb to the bite. She took advantage of the pain and acquired everything, she had wanted before the bite. Besides a soft pillow for her head, she got a 1 month leave off her duties of being an unpaid house help. She got the rare opportunity of ordering people around. Any delay would cause a wince and short breaths that would be deciphered by her poor mother and extremely naughty sibling as a sign of death. That was scary especially if she added a slight sob.
Every machinery would be running 100 percent during such times. The family would be running up and down, water for the girl, calls for the medicine, the dog would be yapping encouraged by the movement. Oh! i loved that dog, but that’s another story. The home suddenly became code red during such times and this helter-skelter movement suddenly attracted a mob of neighbours to the home. You know how villagers have this camaraderie which is just a keen nose for rumour and a sharp eye for strange motion in the neighbours compound. Quick and short unexpected movements mixed with a sharp call and they are all in for the real and whole story. They behaved like kids waiting for the gate of a playground to be opened after a long ban on the ground. That was the first time my extended family ever got into ICU. I mean my family is full of quacks. It’s the family trade, of course there are people who have taken it a notch higher by going to college and graduating with medically related degrees. I mean they are real doctors but I still feel like they are just modernising the family trade. What a shame I couldn’t make a doctor myself. About the ICU, forgive me for rumbling, it was not a real hospital, my relation got a drip set for her in her bedroom and everybody coming around would pop in a neck or sometimes their whole person to check out how the patient was doing, the rumour mill was not enough. Today I would consider this relation of mine a fraud. She was smart. She still is. And I still fear snakes.
My percentage proof they are poisonous using the evidence above is 100%, and that they may actually kill you is according to me 100% and anyway why would a non-poisonous snake bite you. Personally I will only bite you if I want to hurt. So why would a snake bite you? To show how much they like you brown skin or for pride?
