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Just like yesterday – the shadow of my hastiness will not stop hunting me. It was still very clear and fresh in my mind. My experience, I will never forget as a growing child. Though I was a child of age 14, full with creativity and enthusiasm to life. I had usually wanted to have a pet of my own. I do not like the common pets; I do not like dog neither do I have any interest in cat. Finally, I found solace in fowl as a pet, because getting a 100 of it would cost me less than $50. Meanwhile, I worried less about what they would eat because I had the mind of buying 2-5 pieces, which I knew I should be able to cater for.

Since I know the importance of shelter, I quickly decided within myself to build them a cage, which took me barely a week to finish. During this time we were on holiday, so I had all the time to myself since there were no extra classes like the usual school days. In no time I soughted for all that were necessary to make my cage in my neighborhood; the planks/woods, nails. Net and the pans were freely collected in my vicinity. With no experience in carpentry I venture into action as a daring child. Lots of errors were made during the process; some were correctable while others were permanent. I remember I got my courage from my knowledge of basic shapes.  

Before now I love constructing basic shapes like: square box, rectangular box e.t.c which was all I needed to start my cage. Gradually but steadily I proceeded from something that looks like a rectangular box to something more closely to a cage. At this stage all I needed were in place except my fouls. I completed my cage successfully on the 6th day of my activity at about 8pm that Friday evening.

Just as you must have thought – the joy of a beautiful and faultless cage as a child had gotten over me, and immediately I lost every single patient in me to wait till tomorrow. Not minding the unholy hour of the day I went out in sought of any foul to accommodate my cage. I couldn’t wait any longer; my senses were all attached to my dream pet – foul. Thank God it was Friday, because I did not return until 11:45pm that same night/day. I have successfully wasted my time in the cold night, leaving my dear parent to sought for me all around the neighborhood. Just at the verge of their search, I surfaced. “Where are you coming from?” she asked (my mother). I responded quickly because I knew the consequence of delaying my response might be too hard for me to bear, “I went to sought for foul, ma.” Before I finished my statement my brothers were ordered to destroy my cage.