I close my eyes as a blindfold is placed across my face, and I am guided by my friend Victor. I was led to a random place had my hand placed on a surface and was asked to identify the object.
Running my hands to and fro I was perplexed for it was all flat though it was standing. It was smooth all through, what kind of creature or object is this? I hit a little hard on it but I cry in pain and I get no response from the one I assaulted.
I turn around to use my back to feel while stretching my hands to their limit, hopefully, I can touch the edge of this thing. But, try as I might, I never felt its end.
I am tired, and I am starting to worry for myself. What if I fail, much of my worry was if I was in trouble already standing in front of this solid monster that knew no pain.
It took ages before I surrendered under its power, I failed to identify the object. Only for me to be welcomed with the waves of laughter from my friends and the view of the wall. Victor describes my expression that day as magnificent, my face was plastered with shock-surprise.
Retelling this experience is funny cause I am seldom found making jokes about myself, but that's a wall that has crumbled. Now, I view things as they are and it feels good.