Tutu was a three-yar-old boy.
He was like any other child his age.
But there was something that would set him apart from the rest.
It was a watch on his tiny wrist.
Not an ordinary one.
Green.
Had lights that would blink.
It was a gift that came to him.
From an elderly aunt when he was a toddler.
He had worn it since perhaps he was two.
Every single day.
He would sleep, eat, drink, play and at times even bath with the flashy green thing on his wrist.
The watch resembled one that one of his tele superheros wore during operations to out the evil.
Tutu believed in the watch.
He started believing that the watch could get him might.
He would fear none with the watch starpped on his wrist.
He became fearless.
One day, his mother removed the watch just as he was to step in for his bath.
In haste, she forgot to strap it back on him.
That night, Tutu fell sick.
He cried in pain and fever.
He was like any other child then.
But he knew why he fell sick
“I am not wearing my watch maa” he said
Rushed his mother to fetch the watch
Still by the washbasin, she lapped it up
To tie it back on his tiny wrist
He smiled and slept off.