Although Grandma had many grandchildren, I secretly knew that I was her favourite.
She invited me often to her house. She also told me little secrets. But there was one secret she did not share with me. Where she ripened bananas.
Next to the basket, there were several banana leaves that Grandma turned from time to time. I was curious.
"What are the leaves for, Grandma?" I asked. The only answer I got was, "They are my magic leaves."
"Grandma, please, let me watch as you prepare." "Don't be stubborn, child, do as you are told," she insisted. I took off running.
But the only answer I got was, "They are in my magic place." It was so disappointing!
In the inner room was grandma's big magic straw basket. It was well hidden by an old blanket. I lifted it and sniffed that glorious smell.
I hurried out with her walking stick.
"What are you smiling about?" Grandma asked. Her question made me realise that I was still smiling at the discovery of her magic place.
I picked one and hid it in my dress. After covering the basket again, I went behind the house and quickly ate the banana. It was the sweetest banana I had ever tasted.
As I tiptoed towards the door, I heard Grandma coughing outside. I just managed to hide the bananas under my dress and walked past her.
I did not hurry to visit her that day. But I could not avoid her for long.
That night as I lay down to sleep, I knew I could never steal again. Not from grandma, not from my parents, and certainly not from anyone else.
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