It was a random evening like any other. We were all in the veranda like we called it, picking beans.
My mom had bought beans in a large quantity that week and it was the day to pick the dirt before storing it up. And like every other home activity, it’s all hands on deck. It was always fun as everyone was there, gisting and snacking on something as motivation.
Then my brother, holding a knife randomly says, facing me, ‘I’ll throw this knife o”. It must be a joke, I thought to myself, like what else would it have been?