A not so little golden ball

I started fearfully as the ball went whoooosh past my head. I was not prepared for the full velocity the ball would carry; little did I know that this was just a tip of the iceberg. This was just a little of the power in this ball and what it can do.
Let me retrace: a few days ago, as I was walking on the sidewalk to my apartment building, looking down and counting the number of steps I will take before I get to my door, I bumped into an old man accidentally. This man was bent and wrinkled, carrying a grocery bag, and shuffling along slowly. He staggered when we collided and it was only my speedy reflexes that kept him from falling. I apologized profusely while holding on to him and held on as he straightened back up.
As a direct result of my guilt, I offered to carry his bag for him to wherever he was headed. He readily agreed and we started on our way. After several minutes and having walked a few blocks, he finally stopped in front of a decrepit building and reached for his grocery bag. As at this time, he had not spoken a word to me. I handed him his bag, thanked him and as I turned to retrace my steps back to my building, he spoke.
“Son,” he called. His voice was raspy and had a gritty feel to it as if from too little use. I looked back. He smiled. His teeth were all but gone and this made his smile creepy.
“Thank you for your help. I have something for you.” He reached into his coveralls and withdrew a tiny golden ball. He gave it to me. “Take good care of this ball and use it well. It has immense power and can grant you three wishes. Use it wisely.”
Needless to say I was dumbstruck. In this day and age to think something like this could still happen; this being the 21st century, I would think archaic practices like this have gone with the Stone Age. I took the golden ball from him, not believing a word he said of course and thanked him.
I was about leaving when his voice stopped me once again. “I can feel the doubt in your heart and the fact that you didn’t ask me how to use it confirms your unbelief. As you go on your way, you will meet a fair, tall, very pretty lady who will ask you for directions, maybe this will convince you.
When you want to use the ball, throw it and make a wish, its wings will unfurl and it will carry your wishes to the universe. The ball will come back to you as soon as the message has been passed to the universe. Remain where you are as you make the wish so it can retrace its steps back to you. When you make the third wish, the ball will cease to have its power; it will become an ordinary golden ball. Don’t waste your wishes.”
I looked at the old man skeptically, by this time wary of him and eager to be on my way magic ball or no magic ball. I looked at the ball in my hand, saw no wings with which it will fly and decided to dismiss this talk as ramblings of an old man. I thanked him once again and as I looked into his eyes, I felt strange; a current went through me like a power surge. I dropped my eyes quickly and shuffled away from him, never once looking back, golden ball heavy in my pocket.
Nothing could have prepared me for what happened next.
True to his words, as I drew near to where I lived, I met a lady who fit the description he gave and she asked me for directions as the old man fore-said. I chucked it all up to coincidence and went about my daily business.
A few days later, I decided to test the old man’s words. I went to the park, a place I felt I could have some space and privacy if I want. I got there, found a spot and let the ball fly, then I wished for a car; not just any car, but a 2015 Mercedes E-class. I decided to take a risk, go all out, either way I have nothing to lose. At the end of the day, I’ll either have the car or look foolish to myself. All in all, I have only myself to answer to. So I threw the ball and the force at which it went past my head startled me.
I sat down at the park and waited for two hours before I came to my senses. Do I expect the car to materialize right here and now? Unconsciously, I was waiting for someone to drive up to me and offer me their car keys; which is not likely to happen.
I decided to go back home and relax while waiting for the magic or miracle to happen. Immediately I got into my apartment, my phone rang. It was my uncle on my mother’s side. We had not spoken for years and suddenly out of the blue he calls me and told me to come see him in his office immediately. When I got there, and after exchanging pleasantries, he handed me the keys to a car, a Mercedes E-class, exactly what I wished for. I looked at him in surprise waiting for him to explain himself and he told me the car is mine.
Golden ball at work. At that moment, I believed in the potency of the ball and the words of the man. Now, I’m enjoying my Mercedes and I’m reluctant to make other wishes. I only have two wishes left and I don’t know what to wish for. I need help and suggestions. Can you help? If it were you what would you do?

14 thoughts on “A not so little golden ball” by Maggie Smart (@MaggieSmart)

  1. Good one.
    Some words were ‘too formal’ for a prose of this nature though, I think I once complained about that. Narrating, imagine Chimamanda Adichie saying “As a ‘direct result’ of my guilt, I…’, it wouldn’t sound nice would it? I think polishing your words into precise but creative ones would do…you are a poet, I trust you can have your way with words.

    About wishing, Me? I think I would rather wish for hundreds of golden balls of the same nature! That way, I could wish and continue to wish wish!

    Well done

  2. Thanks @praize… your critique is always constructive and I will endeavor to run with it.
    P.S: I love love love your wish.

  3. I want golden balls too because my wishes are numerous. lols! It sounded like those tales we listen to while growing up, and we’ll always wish it’s real. Nice one!

    1. Thank you @shovey. Lols….so you want more golden balls too. It seems we are all Oliver Twist.

  4. It was a good one. I think I’ll agree with all that @praize pointed out. And I think I’d wish for more golden balls of that kind, so that I could keep wishing and wishing too.

    1. Thanks. Lol… Oliver Twist syndrome abounds. May all our wishes come true

  5. With only two wishes left….ehm, I’ll wish for a thousand golden balls…who no like better thing?
    Then I’ll wish for immortality…(chai…diaris God o…na greed go kill me).

    A very nice one @maggiesmart
    I love it…

    1. Hahahahahaha….so you don’t want to die @chime221. OK oooo.
      Thanks for the comment. It made me smile.

  6. I will make just one: I wish the devil repents.

    1. Hmmmm…that’s deep.

  7. Exactly @namdi that’s really really deep. You must be of a soft heart.

  8. @namdi,not sure if the golden ball can do that. Lol
    @maggiesmart, nicely written.
    What if you can’t wish for more golden balls? Then the next best thing is to wish that your second wish always remain the second wish, thereby giving you unlimited second wishes.
    I think I would wish for world peace.

  9. Thanks @aplusn. There are so many selfless people on this platform. World peace…hmmmm. I like wishing that your second wish remains your second wish…ensures you have all the wishes to change your world

  10. I will tell you what to ask for but I will be the one to make the last wish..kidding…

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