The Hilarious ‘Bakora’

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.

He went low, took the dive and dashed. Somehow I thought he would also do the quick check while still mid emergency-escape. You know the one you do with your mouth opened to a weird shape and all kinds of terror expressions drawn all over your face. Ha! Ha! Ha! I can’t really stop laughing. Baba, caned! Two quick ones on Baba’s back, whack! Whack! It was a re-enacting of my childhood moments. This is nice, so nice. Let me watch it all over again and I shall tell you more why I believe I share a lot with Baba from my childhood from the dancing, blabbing and now the legendary caning.