I don’t know if you have ever been in that place where anger controls you so much that all you think about is payback. There was a time in my life when all I craved was revenge. If you did me dirty, then I must do you back. There was no forgiveness in my dictionary in those years, and it always made me feel fulfilled anytime I got revenge. Do me, I do you.
There was one particular revenge that sweetened my heart so much, and at the same time made me stop taking revenge on people. I was attending the same secondary school with my sister. She was ahead of me in class, so most times we went home together. But one particular Friday changed everything.
One of our class teachers gave birth, and we decided to visit her after school to greet her and help with house chores. I didn’t inform my sister about it, so I left straight after school. She was searching for me, though she already knew about the teacher who had given birth. When my sister got home, she told my father that I left school to follow boys.
My father, who was a strict disciplinarian, didn’t want to hear anything about his daughters following boys, no matter the excuse you wanted to give. After helping the teacher, I came home and met my father seated on his favorite couch, looking swollen with anger. Immediately I entered the sitting room, I was welcomed with the beating of my life. He didn’t care to hear what I had to say because he trusted my sister and believed everything that came out of her mouth. I was beaten and punished.
I looked at my sister, and there was this satisfying joy in her smile. That was when I knew she had done it deliberately. From that day, I decided to pay her back in tenfold and she would never see it coming.
I waited for a month before I could accomplished my mission, I do not want anyone to suspect me at all, I can wait for a year to get my revenge those days, time was never a barrier to me.
One day I told my father that I would be spending the weekend with my uncle because I had plans, he agreed. On Friday, before leaving, I went to the school farm with my friends and got devil bean. We scratched the back of it into powder form and wrapped it in a paper. Early on Saturday morning, before leaving the house, I made sure I spread it on her bed during morning devotion.
After devotion, I left for my uncle’s house so that no one would suspect me. I was so fulfilled because when I came back on Sunday evening, I met my sister’s body all swollen and scratched. Devil bean is a dangerous itching plant that no one dares. I saw my sister wrapped in a wrapper and palm oil was rubbed all over her body, I was so happy to see her in that condition and I felt fulfilled but the other hand I felt sorry for her because she couldn't go to school the next day which was Monday.
Since that day, I stopped revenging because I realized it is a spirit that doesn’t forgive. I learned to let go because my plans were always too deadly most times. revenge does not heal pain. It may give a short moment of satisfaction, but after that, you still remain with your own wounds. The real strength is in forgiving or at least letting go. I am not saying it is easy, because it is not. But carrying anger is like carrying fire in your hands.
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This is my response to the ongoing weekly prompt of the #hiveghana community week 118.
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