“I dash you!” Yunusa cried out for the umpteenth time. “Grace, I say I dash you!” To that, Grace replies, “Now let’s find a way to fix this other one”. Five-year-old Yunusa was not contented. In fact, he was infuriated. Even though Grace is two years his senior, he expects her to still know the drill.
“Grace, I say I dash you!” This time, there was an edge to his voice, and from where I stood, I tried to make out the expression on his face. When I couldn’t, I put down the tuwo I was making and walked to the door.
Grace turned, collected what he was offering and started to walk away. She was everywhere, and her shrill voice was dishing out commands. The Army General, Grace, was going to set up a base, and she needed her foot soldiers to get going.
“When I place this tire on this block, Yunusa please climb on it. I need to know if it will stay”. Now Yunusa was near tears. He grabbed Grace by her rainbow-colored flair skirt and forced her to face him. “See, I say I dash you the wire”.
Pretty Grace was going to respond when I interrupted. “Grace, why don’t you tell kind Yunusa thank you for this really strong wire? After a moment of hesitation, she spat a very miserable “Thank you”, and walked away. Yunusa’s shoulders fell as he heaved a deep sigh of relief.
