The Crash

HELP!

   As the dogs bark, I pedal harder. Sweat and tears gush out of my body. I scream for help, yet no one is in sight. The dogs, eight of them, came nearer; their ravenous eyes devour the sight of me. “Help!” I scream again, but no one is there. The dogs soon outrun me, I panic and increase my speed, but they are too fast. I lose all hope as I fly off the bike and crashed to a tree; a Kamansi tree to be exact.

    Pain awakens my unconscious body. I try to get up but I fall down again. I try to scream but no voice manages to come from my hoarse throat. Suddenly, I feel numb; I can't move my left arm. I try to move it, but the pain is so intense that I faint once more.

  

   I woke up to the sound of my panicking grandmother. She immediately asks my Uncle to drive us to the hospital in the city. The whole time, I was still in shock, and I could not register what the people around me were saying; it was as if they were speaking in Esperanto or something. My grandma tells me to relax and I did. Once again, I fall asleep.

When I woke up, all I could think about was how everything was my fault. I got caught and entangled in my own tricks. If it wasn't for American Idol I would have never been here. Flashes of different images filled my head, and the thought of those sharp teeth made me shudder. It was stupid of me to do such a foolish act. My grandma was right. I should have waited.

Let me tell you how I ended up bruised and caked with blood.

AMERICAN IDOL BROKE MY ARM!

      It was a beautiful summer day of May 26, 2010; the time when our chickens needed harvesting and the when most awaited finale of American Idol season 9 was going to air. That day, I went to up to our farm to help my grandmother and run errands for her. I didn't think that the duration of our stay there would conflict with the airing of the finale via satellite, but it did. So I asked my Lola if we could leave earlier so I would be able to catch the episode, but she said no because it would be wrong to leave our men here without supervision. I was mad at her response, and decided to wait for a couple of minutes for her to change her mind. But she was adamant, and wouldn't change her mind. I was restless and anxious with the thought that I might not be able to catch it. This was when I decided to do a solo flight on a bike, and, well, you could say that it all went to the dogs from there.

     I learned this lesson the hard way. Don't wait for something major to happen. Learn to wait and be patient ,because all good things comes to those who wait.