My Experience With Banana Peel

I was invited to a party in which I had to dress very well and with the dress code specified for the party. I was so happy as my friend had already told me that there would be plenty of rice. In Nigeria, here, one must dress perfectly and with a cloth called Ankara before one will be permitted to eat prepared semolina with a soup called either “ewedu” or “vegetable”. I knew all these so well and decided to make it possible to dress according to the style chosen.

Any Lane
When I was done dressing, my daughter was busy eating a banana and dropped it on the floor as a child. This can also happen to anyone.

I took my high-heeled shoes outside, getting ready to go to the party. As I was coming back, the unexpected happened. My husband stepped on the banana peel and slipped down. He fell just like a baby. The very first question I asked was, “Were you not seeing the banana peel on the floor before stepping on it?” I began to laugh so hard at how hard he fell.
He got up and answered, “It's not your fault. Instead of saying sorry or consoling me, you were busy laughing. There is no problem, I don't pray for it to happen, but when it happens, I will do the same to you”, my husband said, walking to his room. I was still laughing at his fall, and even my kids were stylishly laughing.

Craig Harry
I got inside to take my bag so that I could go to the party, just as I thought that the food must not pass me by. Likewise, I went to meet my husband in his room with a look of laughter on my face, “I'm ready to go”, he did not answer me as I was still angry at the way I laughed at him.

My daughter had eaten another banana peel of banana on the floor by the time I was ready to go. We had already packed the first ones after my husband's fall. My small baby had poo in the parlour and I had asked my daughter to get rid of the poo. As I got close to the door, I stepped on the banana peel, and immediately I saw myself on the poo. I could not believe my eyes. All my clothes got sunk in my child's excreter.

My husband came out and burst into a very heavy laughter. “I told you before, and you did not believe me”, he said.
I replied I told him, “It is now I know that you are the wizard following me. You said it and it happened”. I pretended to have broken my ankle. My husband, who was laughing, could not hold it and instead helped me up, and I again pretended to be falling. He held me and I rubbed his body with the excreter, pretending it was a mistake.

He carried me just like a baby, after which I stood up and told him, “I purposely rubbed you with the excreter just because of the way you were laughing at me”.

I missed the food and the party.