When I hear the word "karma," it's only the negative aspect that comes to my mind; maybe that is what I've been fed up with while growing up. So I don't possess the intention of doing anything bad or doing something that will hurt the next person because the law of Karma states that "whatever you do will come to you." Well, I don't know the number of folds it will be coming with, though.
Am I a true believer of "karma"? Well, I won't tell myself that I am, but then let's say my sister is a strong believer in it. I know there hasn't been any evidence supporting the mystical force that controls what is right and wrong. You can say that is the reason I don't strongly believe it. But let me admit a big secret, there was one time I felt karma came in the form of a tree branch.
I can't believe I haven't forgotten about that incident that happened because tell me why I would forget something like that when someone in my bloodline keeps reminding me of it and keeps laughing about it.
It all happened some years back when my mother dropped my sister and me off at our big aunt's place, who happens to own a little farm in her backyard. I'm not gonna describe that farm as being a big one because she planted just a few crops on it, and there was enough space for my sister and me to walk on without obstruction. Well, there were obstructions like the dead tree branches that would fall on the ground thereby making walking through a little hard.
One fateful morning, my sister and I decided to take a walk around the farm and see what had been happening since the time we last visited. We didn't plan on staying long, though, just for two hours or three. I was wandering on the farm with a little wood in my hand that looked like a machete to clear every dead wood in my path. Just then, I heard some footsteps approaching me, like my wild imagination was playing tricks on me; the footsteps were becoming closer, and then I realized it wasn't in my head; it was all real.
Then I turned to see who it was, and behold, it was my sister (running towards me like she had lost a gold). I've known my sister for quite some years because "why won't I?" We live together, right? I know often she can run for no apparent reason.
"What are you doing?" She asked me. I had been avoiding her since we arrived at the farm because she possesses this knack of being a senior sister that sometimes gets to me.
"Just clearing the dead woods on my path," I replied back, not paying too much attention.
"Hey!" She exclaimed "I found something that would surprise you just like it did with me".
"What is that?" I asked with curiosity taking the lead.
I noticed her two hands were behind her back, hiding something from me. I tried to peep to see what it was, but whenever I tried to, she would turn it to the other side, refusing me to see. After a while of struggling she decided to unveil it herself.
"Ta-da!!' She shouted.
When I saw it, excitement enveloped my face, thereby causing the holes in my cheekfold. Behold it was the rope my aunt's kids used in swinging before going back to school.
Then she stretched out her hands with the rope on it. There it was, a thin rope filled with ribbon like a classic design, waiting for the Oscar award. So we decided to tie the rope to a bent tree and started swinging. But then the tree doesn't look strong enough but I believed it would hold little kids like my sister and I since we had lighter bodies back then.
Going to swing, I saw a dead wood dangling in my path, so I cleared it with my machete-looking wood.
"Tari! Don't do that," my sister said.
"Why, are you scared I'm likely to hurt its feelings?" I asked sarcastically.
"No, you will get bad karma," she said.
I took a moment of silence to process the conversation that had befallen me.
"Firstly, karma isn't real, and secondly, trees don't have feelings, and besides, these are dead woods that I'm clearing from my path."
To avoid the conversation, I decided to take a swing on the rope we'd tied on the almost-dead tree and jumped on it.
For the first few minutes, everything seemed perfect and good. I hung there, and the only word I could utter was "Wow." That was when I felt the rope giving away. Immediately, I plummeted to the ground and took a look at the rope; it seemed fine. Then I looked further to see what had happened when a branch fell and hit me on my head like a large crack. I sprawled on the ground with a throbbing headache that can't be described.
I didn't want to cry in the presence of my sister till I turned around and saw how hard she was laughing at me because she witnessed the whole incident; immediately, I felt tears rolling down my cheeks.
"I told you," she said.
"Did karma drop that tree branch on my head?" I kept asking myself as we walked to the house to meet my aunt.
That was the first time in my life when something that felt like karma happened.
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