This is my response to "WE80 post topics: Your childhood memories" You can also join the challenge here.
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Topic:
Tell us, if you dare, a naughty or mischievous moment from your childhood - Explain what you did, what the event was, how it worked out, what trouble you got into and all the juicy details - Don't say anything that may get you in trouble with the police. 😁
We have all done things we weren't proud of and on this episode, I was happy I did one because I have always wanted to explore and the other one, I wasn't proud of it but it opened my eyes.
It's true what they say about youthful exuberance. We always want to explore...do things...we things especially the things we get exposed to overtime get the better of us. I have always been an indoor kind of person but I have heard it over and over again how guys would do things with ladies and there I was, completely clueless and I didn't even know anything about it, especially the sex part.
I had that naughty aspect of me hidden away... It was screaming to get it to have expression but there was never an avenue for it so I kept it locked in...
It happened after daddy died and that was when I decided to act mischievous on this. We weren't allowed to bring ladies home...this is Africa...no lady can even come and visit you and stay overnight without eyes being rolled at you. With dad gone, I said to myself, I think I need to try it. I knew mum wouldn't be an issue especially if I come up with a perfect excuse. My brothers are not around, so we had two extra rooms completely free.
There was this lady I met through MTN Chat then and we got talking and we were curious to see each other. She was at the university and I was just done with school then. I asked her to visit so we can see and she agreed. I needed an excuse to give to mum otherwise she would never allow her to stay over.
I went to mum that day and told her I have a schoolmate coming from another city and she got stuck in Ibadan (my city) because it was already late. She would continue her journey tomorrow since she was still going to another far place. I didn't tell her until an hour before the lady arrives and of course, I told her to come around evening time so my excuse would completely make sense.
She came and mum accepted her with open arms. I was wary of her reaction because mum was this person that was introverted in nature so she doesn't like having people in her space except you mean something to her. Mum made the room close to mine for her...made the bed, asked her if she was comfortable and this lady stayed there. My room linked with that room since we share the same bathroom and toilet and I was excited that was the room mum picked for her.
We waited till mum went to bed late at night after watching one of her favourite movies and I went into my room, popped out into this ladies room and I slept there. We were romantically involved and that was my first time, actually... I tried this same technique with mum several times even after this lady and I am so sure mum knew I lied because how is it that I was the only one whose ex-school mate always get stuck on their travels and needed a place to stay but she kept entertaining them anyway and that's about my naughty side.
Another one I wasn't proud of was when I took money from my late dad's wallet. He is used to me picking recharge cards (credit unit for calls) in his bag. He would check, notice one was missing, ask me and I would reluctantly say yes but on this one, I guess the money was meant for something and that was the first and last time I ever pick anything from his wallet.
They were new notes and I picked I think close to $10 worth (back then) - around 1,000 naira when the dollar was still 110 naira to a dollar, I guess. He was really worried about it not because he couldn't replace it but maybe it was meant for something at work and I felt terrible about it. I had taken the money to school then (I was still in Secondary School) spent it and for the first time, I got home, dad asked me if I took the money and I said no. He waited till I left my room, took my bag to the other room I mentioned in my first story above, he was searching my bag when I went into that room and saw him there. I couldn't hold back my tears as I still lied that I didn't take it.
He said it's okay, gave me my bag and he left. Like I said, maybe it wasn't so much about not replacing it but more about him knowing where that money went or maybe the person who gave him the money, he wanted to be sure the person gave him the complete money or so but I was really broken inside...broken enough not to still tell him the truth but broken enough to make it the first and last time I would ever take anything from his purse. If he wasn't around, if I wouldn't ask, if he wouldn't give me, I didn't ever come near to his stuff again after that encounter and that moment changed me... That's why I have never been interested in whatever doesn't belong to me anymore. I have never taken anything that never belonged to me afterwards, even to date.
It wasn't my finest moment but I sure learnt a lot from it.
Thank you for your time.
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