So, Becquerel has great dreams and aspirations. Oh, she said she wants to read medicine. I’m like, “Okay, do your thing.”
Her other aspiration is the basis for today’s narration.
I was in the room that day when Becquerel came in, wet. Note, only her head and face were wet.
I thought to myself, “maybe it is just the rain”.
That Becquerel antenna in me was nudging me to probe but I pushed it aside. Please, it was too early in the morning to be hit by the madam. I continued chatting with my inner circle of friends on WhatsApp and forgot about Becquerel.
Minutes later, I had to get something from the kitchen. Who do I see? Becquerel. And she was wet, again, same specifications.
This time, I listened to my Becquerel antenna.
” What have you been up to? Why is there water on your head? “I asked with some expectation of weirdness in my voice already.
Girl shook her head excitedly like a dog that just had a shower and dashed off and away.
Okay. What we said father should not hear of, it is father that will resolve it.
I stalked her. Yes, it had reached that point. When I finally caught her, I found her dipping her head and face into a drum of collected rain water.
When I found my voice, I asked, “What in God’s name are you doing?”
Ladies and gentlemen, drum rolls…
Becquerel, astonishing since day one, replied, “SWIMMING”.