The Spy Who Loved Me

My brother and I used to play a deadly game while growing up. I am sure some of you will remember that game. I still can’t understand why we indulged in it at all because it was quite dangerous but as with most of the things young people did, I guess I may never fully understand. Perhaps it was the risk involved that gave us the kicks. Who knows? Maybe we thought we could always get away with it without getting hurt or caught. And we almost always escaped being caught and the few times we were hurt we accepted our fate but that never prevented us from participating in other dangerous endeavors. I guess you could call it ‘growing up’. Yeah, we were growing up.

Growing up came with its scars though, most I can share and show freely; a few too embarrassing to divulge except on the pages of a book or in a forum like this one. As I said at the beginning, my brother and I used to play a very deadly game. It involved holding up the sharp end of a pencil or a pen on the other person’s seat and withdrawing it just before the unsuspecting person sat down but ensuring that the person knew what your intentions were so they would appreciate that they had just escaped a great danger. How sick? What sick mind invented that game anyway?

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Well, one Friday evening, while we were having our ‘after school’ lessons at home, my brother decided to play this game while I was returning to my seat from the bathroom but unfortunately he couldn’t remove the pen fast enough. We tried to ‘contain’ the damage as much as we could. We decided not to tell our parents because we knew they were going to beat us silly and because as brothers we thought we needed to protect each other but eventually, my father found out because I began to walk like I had a volley ball between my legs after a few days. My brother got the beating of his life and I was taken to the hospital where I endured one of my most embarrassing medical moments. I was 8 years old and I was scarred for life. I still hate hospitals till now.

But that is not the story.

A few years after that I noticed my Dad would crack the door of our room open first thing in the morning and ‘spy’ at my groin area before closing the door back and I used to wonder why? At other times, the man would open the bathroom door while I am about to have my morning bath, pretending he was looking for something and close it after a few moments but not before checking out ‘you know what’. I didn’t understand why my father was acting weird until the day I overheard a conversation between him and my brother.

‘Segun, se oko aburo e ma n’le t’o ba ji laaro? [Does your brother have early morning erections?]’ my father asked.

‘Haba! Daddy, of course!!!’, my brother replied. Why did you ask?

‘Well, since he got injured down there a few years ago, I have been pretty worried about him. This is why I come to your room in the mornings sometimes to see if he has morning erections’ my father answered.

‘He is fine. Stop worrying.’ my brother said reassuringly.

I couldn’t help but smile where I was hiding. It was then I understood what I thought was weird behavior from my Dad. I came out from where I was eaves-dropping and pretended I didn’t hear a thing. They also acted like they weren’t talking about me.

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This post was written and dedicated to my father a few years back.

Thank you Dad for all the love and care you showed us while we were growing up. If I can show my son half the love you showed us and people around you, then, I would have done well as a father.

Crayzee love!

By the way, this post was inspired by my son, your grandson, and his tiny morning erections.

 



20 thoughts on “The Spy Who Loved Me” by tobicoker (@tobicoker)

  1. Hmmmmnnnn, I really loved it, related to it too. Brought back fond memories wipes tear*
    In the first paragraph you made use of too much conjunctions I think………………….. ” And we almost always escaped being caught and the few times we were hurt we accepted our fate but that never prevented us from participating in other dangerous endeavors” U can re-phrase that line
    Nice one though

    1. Thanks for the feedback man. Will check it out.

  2. Ah, I know that game, my sister also had the misfortune of not being fast enough while in primary school….not funny at all.

    Agree with @teekellz on the above observation…

    This was sweet. Well Done, and hopefully your boy will inherit the writer’s gene and pen down some cool for you in the nearest future.

    1. sorry, last paragraph….I meant something cool

  3. wow…I love the part which says,”…this post was inspired by my son, your grandson, and his tiny morning erections.”,so deep!
    But then who invented such crazy n dangerous games?*thinking*

    1. Who invented it? U can blame it on GEJ…he is the fall guy for everything now.

  4. Funny and deep…yeah!
    First and second paragraph…maybe a little adjustment so that they don’t turn us off after it reads like the same intro…?

    1. Daalu. Thanks for reading. comments noted and truly appreciated. Will work on it.

  5. I like this.

    Very interesting. I was moved by the last sentence too.

  6. This is just very good! Nice penmanship. I enjoyed it all.

  7. Very nice. Made me feel all nostalgic and ish…

  8. From the way you started, I thought the game was spying on people . The title confused me. I like the fact that it is in dedicated to a father.

  9. Nice… Nice… The beginning was a bit confusing n vague, but U straightened it all out.

  10. Hmmn, let me follow sentiments and agree that this was all the others said it was.

  11. Nostalgic…A boy in my class wasn’t fast enough and he got hospitalized..
    The critics have typed..
    Well done.

  12. Very sweet, @TobiCoker. I wouldn’t have guessed the direction of the story from the title, but it made sense in the end.

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