Rarely can pain be described as hilarious.
As a child sometimes Angeline, my mother, would whip me on the back, two hard
ones which always came as a surprise. You can imagine the reaction; first I go
low, take a hard kick to dive forward into dash at top speed. After a few steps
I always took a quick look at my tormentor, a look that would inform how far I would
run and if I would keep accelerating on or do the zigzag hare-kind of a run
which she would not keep up with.
This was painful, terribly painful, but still someone
looking from a distance would find it hilarious. By then, I would think of them
as mean red necks, irreligious and wished them a fourth cross for a painful crucifixion.
Ha! Ha! Ha! Today I saw a senior political figure get caned and it was hilarious.
Two quick ones, just like my mothers, on the back! Ha! Ha! Ha! And from Baba’s
reaction I can only imagine how painful it must have been.
