Devil of the First Time

Let generally agree that devil is the being responsible for all misdoings. But there is a certain 'sub-devil' who specialises in shaming one in one's first attempt to impress one's audience. Let consider these scenarios.


1. You just met an older person for the first time and you rushed with all joy to collect her luggage from her as a mark of respect for her. But, alas!, the luggage fell from your hand with a thud destroying all the valuables therein.


2. You were a debutant in your new football team. Because of your sterling records you were selected 
to play in a derby. Everything had been going well for you until you scored a bizarre own goal which led to your team's loss.

3. Your fiancé took you along to meet his parents for the first time and you were asked to cook for the family as evidence of your acceptance into the family. You entered the kitchen and started cooking. You started putting all the required seasonings into the food but when you were crushing a cube of 'Magi' into the food, it slipped from your hand and fell into the pot. You made all efforts to get it out but to no avail. Then, you thought that before the food would be ready, the uncrushed 'Magi' would have melted with the food. The food was ready, you served everyone in the house and eating started. But, alas! your mother-in-law just carried a spoon of food into her mouth with the uncrushed 'Magi'.

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