As much as its an embarassing event, I am true to my objective (which is to collate as many kampung memories as possible).
The trip to the kampung clinic made me nervous. A few days ago, mummy and daddy sat me down and had a little chat. I was asked whether I wanted to be circumcised. The thought of circumcision did not make me nervous before. Because Atok once told me that its a passage every boy has to go through and it makes one stronger. But the irritants known better as my older male cousins made Atok's impression so far-fetched. They told me of ancient kampung stories when circumcision was done with ice, a sharp knife and sewing kit. What makes their tale so convincing was their ability to portray scenes of the ritual.
So you would have guessed by now what my answer to my parents was: No! I started crying. It took my parents a whole hour to convince me that all my muslim friends in school have gone through it and they are still alive and urinating in urinals. haha. Gosh, I can't believe just a tweeny bit of info can manipulate this primary 1's mind. Which kid doesn't want to have what other kids have. And that includes a circumcised toot.
I trembled abit in the car. I did not know what to expect. In my mind, an imagery of a chicken having its head chopped off keeps reappearing in my mind.
My body was so weak by the time we reached the clinic. Daddy had to carry me in.
FastForward...
And so I am on the surgical table ready for the long needle to be inserted to make my groin area numb. Mummy and daddy positioned themselves near my ears and remind me pray and whenever I feel the pain I should refrain from shouting but call out for God. It worked for the first jab. It worked for the second jab. But as soon as the doctor starts cutting my foreskin off I was screaming as many profanities as a Primary 1 school boy was capable of. Even I was shocked. It must be the environment and being strapped tight to the table. Aaahhh!I even remember kicking the plate of surgical instruments and the nurse had to re-sterilise the whole batch.
I think both my parents were embarassed by my screams. But what was a boy in pain to do. Aiyoh! hehe. Mimin slaps himself*
But the funny part of this whole passage was the aftermath.
Every night for two weeks, some sort of ointment was to be medicated on my toot. And I was to try to urinate. But Mimin is a scatycat.
So the next day when mummy wanted to put it on for me, I ran around the whole kampung refusing to feel the stinging pain of the ointment. Haha. I had to be put down by my Granddad, daddy and uncle. Haha! How dramatic. And mind you I was running around in my sarong.
So mummy devised a plan. To refrain from having the drama ever reoccuring, mummy would put the medication on for me while I was fast asleep at night. How sweet of her. Sacrifice sleep just so that one day Mimin could reproduce and enjoy life. *winks.
A few years later, we were celebrating Hari Raya in the kampung and we went visiting relatives and family members. There was one particular house we were heading to and I had to ask whose house it was. And Dad casually said,"Someone who knows you very well" and both my parents laughed. Clueless... I did not pursue any further.
We met the family and I salam-ed everyone and then the man of the house came close to me. After salam-ing him he said, "Ni ker budak yg aku sunat dia maki-maki aku".(Is this the boy while circumcising him, scolded me with profanities?)
I turned to both my parents and gave them this weird embarassed look. The whole house roared with laughter recapping that particular event.
The doctor turned out to be my Grandma's cousin. shucks*
Amin Amin.
Mimin's Current Thought:
When war occurs in a family, who wins? ....
Mimin's Gearing For:
Bitches Meet-Up very soon.
Mimin's Praying For:
AmaLina Sam.
Why is it always the lovers who run away and I'm left at the bus stop.
