The cicak sandwich that I almost had

8 06 2010

Reading Derek Tait’s post on the subject of “Chit-chats”, I was reminded of my own childhood experiences with the gecko or cicak, as I was used to calling them. Amazed by their ability to remain stuck high on the walls and ceilings, cicaks captured my imagination as a child. I could lie, sometimes on my bed, sometimes on the sofa, or mostly on the floor, and spend a lot of time watching them darting across the walls and ceilings of my home. I had often wished that I had the ability to do what cicaks were capable of doing so that I could avoid taking the dreaded ride in the less than reliable lift that served the block of flats that I lived in. It was something that I was keen to avoid, having once been stuck in it, albeit only for that brief moment before the lift decided on its own to move again. The half a minute of total darkness, was one that I would not forget, it was a moment when in the darkness that had engulfed the lift car I felt a sense of total helplessness, one that I had not experienced before. Subsequent lift journeys were always accompanied by a sense of trepidation at the possibility of the experience repeating itself. Living next to the lift landing not help matters as hearing the all too frequent sound of the lift alarm only heightened the dread that I had for taking the lift. If only, I had thought, I could be like a cicak, I could be spared that journey to get up to my flat on the nineteenth floor that I so dreaded.

Geckos provided my with quite a fair bit of fun in my childhood.

Another thing  that fascinated me about cicaks was their ability to leave a wriggling tail behind at the merest hint of trouble. Despite my mother’s efforts to remind me not to chase the resident geckos around and risk them moving to a safer place (they did help in keeping the population of insects in check), I never failed later in my childhood to be able to resist the  fun I derived from running around with a wad of newspapers or a stick, which I did to persuade the poor cicaks to part with their tails that the ants would later carry away.

For all the encounters I had with cicaks in my early childhood, it was one that I had later in life that I would remember the most. I had, by the time I was in upper primary school, developed a habit of eating a slice of bread straight out of its wrapper, folding it in half before taking a bite out of it. On one occasion when in doing just that, I had a shock of my life – a cicak wriggled free from in between the folded slice of bread that I held in my hand, landing on my arm, just as I had bit into the slice of bread. I must have been millimetres away from taking a bite out of the terrified cicak and having a cicak sandwich for my breakfast!


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4 08 2010
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