*I posted this on Facebook last year, just thought you should read it here too.
Back in my undergraduate days, there was this Pawpaw that caught me eye. Hanging on a Pawpaw 'tree' a few metres from my front window it was the first thing I saw as I walked off to school in the cold lonely mornings and when I returned at dusk it was the first thing I looked out for. She
lifted my tired spirits in no small measure. My Pawpaw was not yet ripe but I knew it was just a matter of time, soon I'll gladly harvest it.
My Pawpaw. I considered it my Pawpaw because I was in pole position to lay claims to ownership, I had the right of
first refusal . Hell, she's hanging a few metres from my door post, just within reach. I patiently watched as my
Pawpaw grew big and acquired the curviness ripening Pawpaws put on while it slowly wore this new coat of yellow
that indicated good health . "Ahh" , I thought thoughts of having this Pawpaw all to myself and wrung my hands in
pleasure, laughing with mischief.
I remember showing off my Yellow Pawpaw to my friends, who'd often afterward advice that act quick in respect to the Pawpaw before I lose it to someone else. I just wanted it a weeee little bit riper - there has to be an opportune time
before I make my move.
The day finally came, I checked out this Pawpaw and the signs were all good. Such blessed yellowness, and fruity shapeliness - all mine! Thereafter I took a photograph with and of my Pawpaw for posterity. Then I said to myself "let me go to school and come back then I'll harvest this
Pawpaw with the ceremony its beauty deserves".
After a long day at school filled with thoughts of eating dinner with soft ripe Pawpaw I got home eventually. Unfortunately for me, my neighbour saw the Pawpaw and did the needful without sparing a thought in my direction.
I remembered this incident because I just spotted another Pawpaw outside my house. You know what happens when you've once been bitten or is it beaten? Anyway you get my drift...
Good to be back.
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