Hello Steemians, well I am here to take your minds off the dip in sbd and steem prices. so I have a story to tell you. you know me, I tell true stories right? well enjoy.
THE MAN; MY FATHER
My father, the man, as I call him, is known in my family for his fastidious nature. We all have that family member, especially among our parents, or even among ourselves, who have the capacity and the tenacity to maintain an object at optimum for long periods. 😂You know that kind; who has the receipts of his or her first car in a file with your kindergarten result booklet. 🙈 I saw my primary and secondary school results some minutes ago; they bled like sbd and steem🙄
Anyway, my dad does not just keep receipts, there are items which by rights should have disappeared in a yard sale or an Easter bonfire, in the house, still occupying useful positions about the house. They are not even in storage!! 😠
It is annoying to hear stuff like "hey be careful with that. When I bought that, I had not met your mother." or "hey I bought that for twenty naira and you can't get an original like that now." When I hear stuff like that, I feel like bashing the ancient object👴 on my young knee. 👶
Well I was moving about the house yesterday, restless as the earth seemed to had ceased breathing; the air still, butterflies hanging, drunk from nectar, on clothes lines, a small chick rustling about seeking ants to play with. Restless and seeking a diversion, I decided to do some photography and editing. My subjects were.... oh yes... old stuff lying about the house. 🤣
YARD SALE OR BONFIRE
Below are my photographs and a bit of history as I could tease from the man without rousing his suspicions.
The Clock
This clock was bought in 1996. As you can see it is still hanging for it's dear life, counting time and being a general nuisance at night with its ticking. It will be twenty-two years this year😁
The Eight-track Player
The man is not too sure about the date of purchase but he speculated that it was in the eighties, before I was born. Now that hurts. It hurts bad. He used to play cartridges (these were like cassettes but bigger) With songs by Boney M, Bob Marley, and some other musicians whose names have fled me now, on New Year eve and twirl with my mom; both of them laughing while I frowned. I am still angry! Older than me and still working? For what?
The Manual Cassette Winder
You remember the VCR with which you saw Tarzan, Dog Revenge, Rambo, No Retreat, No Surrender and so on? Well if you don't, when we meet, greet me properly.👴
Anyway, for those of us who could not afford the electric video cassette winder, this was what we used. God, we would sit winding Nollywood movies that we detested for mother and her gaggle of female accomplices. I hated the job. Yes I said it.
The Trash Bin
This bin has been with the family all of my life. Presently it serves as a storage facility for all electric power generator related activities. It has leveled up indeed👏
The Suitcase
This suitcase was out of commission even when I was still a toddler but even in retirement, it still serves the man as storage. He keeps stuff there, what? I don't know. He has other cases but this one has a special meaning for me that I cannot define. 🤷
The Hat
If you follow my blog, you'd probably be fed up by now with this hat. This is the third time it is appearing on my wall. I will not repeat its history. You can check it out here.👈
Well there are other items that itch at me to toss out, about the house. Maybe I should do a junkyard sale or a bonfire night for Valentine's Day; what do you think? 🤔
All the pictures were taken with my infinix hot lite phone; the editing as well. Thanks for stopping by, dearies.
@originalworks
I truly enjoy reading your stories and it sure helped in taking my mind of the bloody crypto market. Thanks brother.
Thanks Bruv. I am glad you like my posts. I will endeavour to keep you entertained.