Quenching the burning Pepper 🌶️🌶️

Growing up, I was this very calm boy—no troubles; I didn't give my parents cause for alarm. I was just the complete end product of every parent's desire for a child. I wasn't a Daddy or mommy's boy, but I love to play according to their rules, hence making me follow them to farm always. My dad didn't go to church then; he always loved to go to the farm on Sundays, and I loved that Sunday's farm more than anything because the farm's food tastes like Hilda Bacci's handiwork.

That was just it. I got so interested in following my dad to farm, and during the process, I learned a lot of things, both farming and not farming skills.

One of the skills I learned is the local pattern of first aid for stopping blood from gushing out of fresh wood.

During the forest clearing stage, it's mostly impossible to survive through that stage without Cutlass having its way either on our leg or hand.
Oh yeah, it happened to my dad several times in my presence, and he usually uses the following methods:

• Urine method: Whenever he sustains a Cutlass cut, it's either he calls me to pee on the wound or he does it himself.

• The pepper method: We pluck fresh red chilli peppers and use mortar to blend them. He would use his hand to collect a portion of the blended pepper and place it on the open wound (the spot), and a rope would be used to fasten it.

In all these, he doesn't react much to the pain, which made me baffle because this is pepper and urine. According to him, the pepper and urine will help to dead cook the spot, which will stop bleeding as well as relieve the pain.

During one of the labour sections in my primary school, I and some of my classmates were taken to one of the teachers' farms in the school environment to work there as our labour for the day.
Along the way, I had a little cutlass cut on my leg. It wasn't a deep wound, just a minute spot, but I was bleeding so badly, and that's because of my light skin. I did all I could to stop the bleeding, but there was no way. I looked around and saw some pepper plants on the farm. I stylishly excused my friend to go treat myself by myself.
I got there. I plucked some fruits; they weren't red yet, but they were mature enough to make a mad man regain his senses when chewed.

I took an empty can of malt on the ground, placed the pepper fruits on it, and used a stick to pound on it radically till they got torn.

Then, I used my hand to collect some. I closed my eyes as I placed it on the wound, and.... "Mama, eeeeeeeeeh!" I screamed out very loud. I saw myself being welcomed by Joseph in heaven. All these happened in a flash, and when I returned to earth, I met my friends who were pouring sachets of water on the wound, trying to quench the burning pepper.

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That's the dumbest thing I did as a child

Thanks for reading

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