He Who Laughs Last
It’s a lazy afternoon at BLB 05, Glory Drive. The sun is warmly gliding through the clear sky and the birds are quietly perched in the trees, seeking refuge from the sweltering heat. Little Bro is in the living room doing home work and I’m in my room sheepishly swiping on my new Huawei smartphone. This Huawei is such an achievement because it’s an upgrade on those “chinese” phones with cringe-worthy names like “Xin Hua” or “SamSong”, those ones which have ringtones akin to the scream of an enraged bat! With a silly smile on my face, I’m humming that popular Kadongo Kamu hit, “Gyenvudde tebibadde birungi…”
Soon, Little Bro scurries in. He has a burning question.
“Ian, what is rusting?”
He catches a glimpse of the new phone.
“Oooh! Cool phone. Let me see! Let me see! Is it Apple? Does it have games? Where did you get it?”
Not particularly pleased with the untimely interruption, I reply sarcastically,
“I picked it by the roadside.”
Little Bro is unfazed. He brushes aside my sacarsm with such skill and grace that I almost feel embarrassed.
“Oh Lucky you!” he says. “You know, I had a smartphone once. It was…”
“What??” I interrupt. “Where did you get a smartphone?”
I asked, shocked, because it’s quite unheard of that at his age, Little Bro would be allowed to carry a phone, much less a smartphone.
However, he has a huge smile on his face which lets me know that I’m being had. But it’s too late, I’ve already fallen into his trap.
“I picked it by the roadside.” he replies comfortably, picks up his home work and saunters out. I can almost swear I hear him laugh the universal evil laugh but maybe it’s just my mind playing tricks.
As the birds bask in the afternoon heat, at BLB 05, Glory Drive, House-with-the-black-gate, it dawns on me that Little Bro is a force to reckon with.