I watched a group of neighbourhood kids battle their way up the fence of an abandoned building, one of the kids had a broken leg and was supported by another kid as they climbed the ladder.
My curiosity swallowed me, so I couldn’t stand there watching, I walked towards them to find reasons for myself. I asked one of the kids what was going on, he said they were trying to retrieve their ball, it went over the fence while they were playing. I asked why the kid with the broken leg had to climb the ladder too, and why was he helped by the other boy?, Then the boy said, some friendship are more stable than religion, I asked why he said that, then he told me the story…
Lucas is 10 years old and has a brother Fred, who lives in the city. Fred came home last Christmas, and got Lucas this Nintendo series, Lucas knowing how much kids in the neighbourhood wanted it, had asked Fred for it as a Christmas present. Now its the new year, Lucas sure is the ‘bigger kid’ because of his new game. One day, he went running errands for his granny, by the time he got home, Granny was asleep, poor old granny got Alzheimer, and by the time she wakes up, she wouldn’t remember a thing.
With his tired bones, he walked lazily to his room, to clear his head with his game, and wait to be Granny’s little brain, he got to his room to find his game broken to pieces, he couldn’t believe it, he just couldn’t believe it. The rage and anger he dived in, was too cloudy for his age, he rode off on his bicycle to Pete’s house. Pete is his buddy and they got into a fight recently, so he was sure Pete had an idea on what happened to his game.
Last Tuesday, Pete came over to his house as usual for a visit, while they were playing together, Pete mistakenly stepped on the Nintendo, and Lucas became upset, and cursed on Pete, asked him to leave his house and go to his broke family who can’t afford anything nice for her son. Pete was furious and told him he will never see the game again, and left the house…
Pete! Pete! He screamed; as he banged on the door of Pete’s house,
‘Sup buddy, you know how to chase a fine evening away’ Pete’s said as he came out of the house
‘What the hell did you do to my game’ Lucas said as tears came running down his cheeks
‘I just thought you a little lesson Lucas, next time you try being the boss, remember you have to be a man, because you will always be stricken by your rudeness’ Pete said as he laughed at Lucas
‘You devil’ Lucas cried out as he pushed Pete to the floor
Pete stood up and pushed Lucas back, then they got into a fight, Lucas who is smaller, tried to get away realizing he couldn’t beat his enemy, but was dragged back by angry Pete. Across then was a Barton, Lucas reached for it and hit Pete so hard that Pete fell to floor and was bleeding,
‘Oh my God, Pete, Lucas cried as he shook Pete , but Pete wasn’t responding,
Lucas heard the door open, ‘Pete, why are the lights still on’ it was Pete’s mum,
He didn’t know if he should run away or stay there with his friend,
After all, they’ve been buddies for years, he was so sorry for hurting him
‘Don’t die on me Pete, I love you, please don’t go, am sorry’ he cried, holding on to Pete’s bloody shirt
‘What happened here’ Pete’s mum cried as she ran towards them, call 911 she yelled as she ran to hold her son…
Lucas sat on a chair close to Pete’s bed, the doctors said it was a minor case, and that once Pete recovers from the shock, he will be fine. But Lucas was so scared, he knew too well what will happen if Pete doesn’t wake up, so he couldn’t stop praying. He remembered what his Sunday school teacher told him
‘God is always there to heal, forgive and answer us, all we need to do is invite him’, so there was Lucas, inviting God.
He opened his eyes, and his eyes met with Pete’s, Pete seemed to have been up while Lucas prayed,
‘Am sorry Pete, I didn’t mean to hurt you so bad, maybe a little, but not like this, am so sorry’ Lucas said
‘Its okay Lucas, it was my fault, I shouldn’t have destroyed your game, am sorry, Pete replied
‘So am I forgiven, are we friends again?’ Lucas asked
‘We never stopped being friends B-U-D-D-Y’ Pete said
By Ruth Brodrick. All rights reserved ©. This short story should not be shared or used without the author’s permission.