Sometimes I wonder how everyone participating in this weekly edition could have different scenarios or past incidents to every topic being given. I just smile and I appreciate the fact that I am a member of this community and we all have stories to share which prove that we come from the same generation 😅
One thing about lies is that once you say it, you will have to find more lies to cover up your deed and if not, you will regret ever starting with a lie in the first place. People will say if you say the truth, no one will kill you but trying to cover up with lies will tarnish your image and reputation. It's better to say the truth and let it end there at once.
In another case, you regret ever saying the truth instead of lying just to get a reward for it. This is just like 
I have been racking my brain for an incidence to relate to this topic until I went to dig out this memory. I was just a little girl and also naive to certain things. I didn't know there are some things one needs not to say especially being a small and little child. A small girl who starts speaking out dirty words like sex at that time might be flogged or reprimanded by an adult because they do not expect him or her to utter such a word but I did, and got the beating of my life, including my younger sister.
I should have lied and protected her but I think I did the right thing to spill out the truth so we would be cautioned and disciplined well which was what happened and we are good children today. Perhaps if I had covered her up that day, she could have been into it which no one would know or corrected her especially when she has gone deep into it.
We were very young then, let's say I was 8 while my sister was 6, with a gap of two years in between. Our parents allowed us to play outside that night after dinner which was a custom for us as that was the time we are allowed to play with friends. We were given a limited time to play while my parents were busy playing ludo game beside one of our rooms. There was no light and everywhere was dark but as children, we played.
There was this game we played which was “bojuboju.” This is a game where the victim would close his or her eyes while others run into hiding. He or she would start looking for the others since there were no clues as to where others have gone to hide. This went on for some minutes until it was my sister's turn as the victim.
After searching for others which lasted for some minutes, we already forgot about the game so we switched to another one. I didn't remember my sister again and being her elder sister, I should be on watch out for her. When the time was up, dad called us in and I went inside with my little brother who was 4 yrs then. That was when I knew my sister wasn't inside.
Dad shouted at me to go look for my sister. I began searching every hiding places including upstairs in the corridor. I couldn't find her and I wasn't in anyway returning back inside without her. Thank God there was nothing like kidnapping then.
My mind then told me to go to a backyard that I never thought of. When I got there, I met my sister and a boy older than me who was busy doing something with her. What was he doing? Will you do me the favour of getting that part of the story? 😂😂😂 I am still young to spill it out!
I ran inside and when Dad asked me where my sister was? I opened my mouth and said what I ought not to say. I said, “she and one guy are having sex”. I said this in Yoruba and I believe you must have understood that part.
What? He couldn't believe I said such! He went to bring my sister and the boy in. I got the biggest beating because I failed to watch over my sister and I allowed a bad boy to try such with her. That night was an unforgettable one and when I grew up remembering such an incident, I was like “shouldn't I have covered my sister up by lying?” but thank God I said the truth which put us into trouble that day.
