Rice Biscuits by Sultan Krix

Sultan Krix

#My Memoir....😁
#Good Memories....🤭🥰

.......*Rice Biscuits*......😁😁

Most of the writings in my memoirs had been based on incidents from my secondary school days, but I sure got some interesting stories from my early childhood.....😊😊. Here, let me share one of them with you today😁.......

Before the creation of Ekiti state in 1996, I lived in Ikere-ekiti with my family.....(Motun was our last born as Seun wasn't born then🥴). Normally, you won't find me anywhere near the house on a Saturday afternoon unless hunger sent me home from where I'd went to play, and soon as I got something to fill up my belly, I'm off.......till dusk when Mom would either stand on the balcony of our upstair tenement appartment and shout my name or she'd sent my Elder sister to go fetch me home(Sister Tomi always knew where to find me🥰)

On the very rare occasions that I'd be playing with the other kids around the house, mom had a way of taking the fun out of me. It always played out like this....

Mom:(hearing me screaming excitedly as I ran to and fro with the other kids)....Junior..!!!!!!
Me: maaaaa!...... I'd quickly rush to attend to her so that I can get back to my playing....
Mom: (pointing to the nearest chair) oya fi ìdí e lé ilè sí ibè yen........(sit down there).......and she'd get back to whatever it was she was doing while totally ignoring my inceasant querry about what she needed me to come do for her. She'd pretend as if I wasn't even there at all, and I dare not leave my apportioned sit.

panting like Someone who just completed a 10,000m marathon, I'd grudgingly but obediently sit where she pointed. Within minutes, I'd be sweating profusely, shifting uncomfortably from side to side on my sit, then I'd start begging her to let me go, soon I'd b sniffing and groaning, then...... Tears will start flowing........

Now, this is the greatest punishment anybody can give me.
So, I don't stay near the house on Saturdays🙅🏽‍♂.......unless I was ill(oh, did I mentioned that I was highly susceptible to malaria🤢)

I hate been sick, since the readily available pills for malaria in those days was chloroquine and I am terribly allergic to chloroquine, it usually means injections💉 for me.......and I always dread that thing😨😰.

Only my pops' presence would ensure I cooperate when it's injection time......(he'd held me tight with his strong, vice-like knees, a good cane in his right hand, while he uses the other hand to pull down my trousers or shorts......and I'd scream with all my might as the needle mercilessly tore into my buttocks...🤕.(I am still scared of injections till this day.....🤦🏾‍♂️🤦🏾‍♂️)

Anyway, There was this Saturday in the early 90s, pops had gone to the farm in the morning and he won't be back until later in the evening, sister Tomi took Motunrayo(our last born then😁🥰) to get her hair plaited, Me?......ok, I'd gone to play félèlè football with some kids in the neighborhood⚽, mom was home working with her sealing machine and also taking stocks of the goods she'd purchased for Annunciation school's buttery.

Suddenly, I dashed inside the house, I didn't greet mom nor say anything to her, I just made straight for pop's bedroom (I knew nobody will dare enter that place to look for me😁) and quickly disappeared under the bed.

Mom stopped what she was doing and quietly came inside the bedroom, she couldn't find me on the bed or anywhere else, so experience told her I'd be under the bed. She didn't even bother to look, she just bent down, stretched her hand, grabbed one of my feet, and unceremoniously dragged me out.

I was sweating and breathing hard, she let me have a few minutes to catch my breath, then........

Mom: what have you done again?
Me: nothing.
Mom: whose child did you beat?
Me: I didn't beat anybody o.
Mom: who is looking for you?
Me: nobody.
Mom: you this boy, you better tell me what attrocity you committed where you're coming from so that I will know what to do.
Me: I haven't done anything.
Mom: ok, why are you hiding under the bed?
Me: I wasn't hiding under the bed, I was looking for something.
Mom: really? Okay, what are you looking for?
Me:I am looking forrr.......The Robb that dad gave me yesterday.
Mom: Juunioorrr!!!! Haaaaaaaa! Oya, tell me another lie.
Me: okay let me tell you the truth, I am looking forrr...... pencil.
Mom: Haaa! Olorun saanu mi....(God have mercy on me) pencil? Under the bed? Okay. Oya, tell me another lie.

........I was going to say something else when we heard a knock on the door.......
Soon as I heard the knock,.......Fiam......I had disappeared under the bed again.

Mom simply left the room and closed the door and went to see who was knocking.(mistake she made......she forgot to lock the door)

From where I was hiding under the bed in my pops' room, I could hear their conversation distinctly.......As I had guessed, it was the woman whose soup I'd kicked off the fire with félèlè ball. She'd come to report me to my mom.

It happened that we were playing in the yard of Saamu elero's house(we call him Saamu elero because his name is Samuel and his mom had a grinding machine...😁), that day, Saamu elero's mom was cooking stew in their kitchen, I had kicked the ball and the ball had taken flight and knocked the pot off the fire thereby completely pouring the whole stew away.

Soon as I realized what I'd done, I fled......to the sanctuary of my father's bedroom🤗.

Mom apologized to the woman, and offered to get her fresh recipe for another stew, but the woman declined. Said my mom is a good person to everyone in the street, that she wouldn't had come to her if I hadn't flee. Mom apologized once more and proceeded to see her off.

Sensing the coast is now clear, I crept out of my hiding place, tip-toed to the door, peeped through the keyhole to make sure mom hadn't sneaked back, then tried the knob and smiled when the door opened😁.

My eyes roamed and scanned the sitting room, searching for something edible since I was feeling hungry and considering the trouble I just brought home, I dare not wait for mom to come back and ask her for lunch.

Presently my eyes caught sight of the stuff mom had purchased for the buttery, I just grabbed some okin biscuits(dont ask me how many, I am not snitching on younger me...🥴🥴)and through the backdoor, down the stairs...... back to the street🤗.

When Mom returned, I was gone. So she went back to her work and she soon discovered that some biscuits had taken flight in my wake. She patiently wait for my sisters to get back home. Then she sent my elder sister(The seeker😁) to go fetch me......

well, she knew I wouldn't be caught that easily, so she designed a scheme in which she was sure I won't suspect any foul play therein. The scheme?......Rice biscuit...😁.

Okay, most mid 90s and millennium kids would probably have no idea what "Rice Biscuits" is🥴.
Yeah, there was this particularly tasty snack then, it's a biscuit smeared with perboiled rice I think. And it's name is "Rice Biscuit".

It was amongst the stuffs mom had purchased for the buttery, but it was out of reach when I took okin biscuits, otherwise I would have taken it instead.
I hadn't eaten rice biscuit before, but those who had tasted it had good and yummie reports to give about it, so I really really longed to have a taste.

Meanwhile, I had crept back to Saamu elero's house, signaled to the boys, and when they came out to meet me, I shared my okin biscuits with them and the tragedy of the stew was forgotten and forgiven. They instantly all agreed that we relocated so that saamu's mom will not see me.
Then Femi Omoyajowo suggested we go to Baba Christopher's house to watch video. And that's where we went.....

Meanwhile, my elder sister was doing house to house search for me, but nobody knew where I went. Presently, luck smiled on her, she saw one of my friends and it was that one that ignorantly snitched and gave her my location.
Well, "The Seeker" did found me at last......like she always do😁.

When I saw her, I meant to bolt, but she said the magic word....... Junior se wa je rice biscuit......(Junior will you like to have rice biscuit)
Of course I do........
But my sixth sense told me it's a trick. So I told her I don't want.

Obviously she had rehearsed her lines very well......
She told me mom had opened one packet of rice biscuit and shared it among all the kids in our house, but mom was angry with me, so she gave my own share to her. But I am her brother and she likes me a lot, so she kept it under her pillow and had come to fetch me so that I can have it before mom will find out......

Well, my sister had a reputation then and it was a reputation she kept up till today.........Tomilola does not tell lies🥰....... Never. Whenever she did anything wrong and though she knew she'd get punished for it, she will still confess to it.....(unlike.......erm.....ok......me🤦🏽‍♂)
So, I believed her and agreed to go back home with her.

She filled my head with a lot of fantasy about the goody good taste of rice biscuit (and she'd never tasted it before o🤷🏽‍♂) by the time I got home, I was already working out plans on how I'd share my rice biscuit with my friends, who I will give, who I won't give, and above all, how I will so much enjoy the tasty rice biscuit and brag about it to my classmates in school on monday🤗.......(for the first time, I can't wait for Monday to come.......🥰)

At last, we got home, I followed her into our bedroom, then she stepped aside and told me to go get my rice biscuit from under her pillow, I obliged........
But Alas, there was nothing under the pillow......too late I realized I'd been tricked🙆🏾‍♂.

I turned around only to see Mom standing at the door with a very good cane in her hand.
She didn't say anything, she just locked the door, then she commanded me to kneel down where I was....... fearfully and tearfully, I obeyed automatically.
then she came at me .......with the cane......and gave me the real *Rice Biscuit* that I truly really deserved..........

I couldn't sleep well nor sit properly on my buttocks for days.....(if its pops that beats you, you won't be able to sleep on your back or sit properly for days, but if it's my mom.......just forget about sleeping even on your belly that night..... because she'd flog you all over your body and when the cane got torn, she falls back on her palms......🤕)

The beating I got that day though, I stayed out of trouble for some days.......oh, and it also made me hate "Rice biscuits" forever😁😂🤣🤣......

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