Yesterday evening Thanju and his friend gave my grandfather some biscuits. He found them sitting by the road side counting safari ants. They were arguing on who has more ants by his side, when sharing a packet of biscuits wrapped in banana leaves.
Peace loving and composed he decided to go and help them solve their dispute. They offered him some biscuits. He ate and headed home. We knew all is not well when he got into the kitchen and defecated in a pot cooking Githeri before running out singing. My cousin had just set out a basin of water ready to do laundry. Grandpa jumped on the basin like swimmers do in a swimming pool, leaving the basin in pieces, water spread everywhere. It left him with a scratch on his left hand.
After creating enough attention, everybody believed us. We started running after him. He climbed up a tree and hung on a branch claiming he was a mango and when he ripens he will drop. He even went ahead to dictate who will have a piece of him and who will not and even where the seed will be planted.
He couldn't stop laughing and screaming the whole night.
When we managed to bring him down we locked him inside a room to sobber up awaiting today to invite a priest to do exorcism on him as the prayerful Wanjambi had suggested. Yesternight we didn't sleep as he spent the night either screaming, singing loudly offkey and laughing. Today he is feeling better, only that I found him talking to a bee. Let me get him some goat milk.
Peace loving and composed he decided to go and help them solve their dispute. They offered him some biscuits. He ate and headed home. We knew all is not well when he got into the kitchen and defecated in a pot cooking Githeri before running out singing. My cousin had just set out a basin of water ready to do laundry. Grandpa jumped on the basin like swimmers do in a swimming pool, leaving the basin in pieces, water spread everywhere. It left him with a scratch on his left hand.
After creating enough attention, everybody believed us. We started running after him. He climbed up a tree and hung on a branch claiming he was a mango and when he ripens he will drop. He even went ahead to dictate who will have a piece of him and who will not and even where the seed will be planted.
He couldn't stop laughing and screaming the whole night.
When we managed to bring him down we locked him inside a room to sobber up awaiting today to invite a priest to do exorcism on him as the prayerful Wanjambi had suggested. Yesternight we didn't sleep as he spent the night either screaming, singing loudly offkey and laughing. Today he is feeling better, only that I found him talking to a bee. Let me get him some goat milk.