Favorite Childhood Memory "I was tagged THIRTEEN BISCUITS"

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Favorite Childhood Memories “I was tagged thirteen(13) biscuits”

I know inasmuch as we all have a fun childhood memory, we also have those crazy ones which when reminisced, makes us laugh hard.
I don’t know if mine is as funny or crazy as I thought but I shared this in some platform few weeks ago and till today some are still calling me “13 biscuits” hehehehe.

Here is my best and most craziest childhood memory. How do I even start this?
Ok first of all I love snacks; junks to be very precise. I can’t exactly tell why but I prefer junks to eating real food though I know its not good health-wise so I have reduced my intake of junk food.

I was a little girl of about 2years old when I started school. And as weird as it may sound, I didn’t joke with my lunch pack. If biscuits is not included in my lunch pack then my meal is not complete for that day and so it was difficult to get me to go to school.
I will cry, whine and drag until I got what I wanted. So to avoid the early morning dramas, my mom always ensured that I had biscuits and juice in my lunch pack. The juice wasn’t really my concern as the biscuits; I love biscuits hehehe.

MY STORY
I always had biscuits in my bag everyday I go to school and I behaved well knowing fully well that something was there to satisfy me.
This continued until one day when my mom decided that there was no biscuits for me. Reasons being that she had already prepared something else for my lunch pack and biscuits wasn’t in the list.
It was time to leave for school. My elder sis was already all dressed and I as well. When I suddenly heard I wasn’t going to school with biscuits, I cried and cried. I wailed and screamed so much that my mom was really pissed off, she promised to beat me up if I didn’t follow my sister to school. My poor sister had to start dragging me to follow her, still I refused. She drag and drag until she was tired. I was a tough and strong headed girl, no one pushes me around not even my elder sister hehehe.

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We were already late for school and my sister was already getting so annoyed by my actions because it was delaying us the more and making us late for school. My sister dragged yet I was still fighting and struggling to be freed from her. At the same time I was crying and screaming on top of my voice.
When we got to one street, with every eyes fixed on us. A young man that was a close family friend saw us and noticed the drama I was creating in the whole street. He walked up to I and my sister and asked my sister what happened while I was still crying and yelling. My poor sister narrated the whole thing to him and he decided to buy me some biscuits to take to school if only it will make me stop crying and go to school peacefully and quietly like a good girl.
My sister rejected the offer at first because we were taught well, not to be getting things from an outsider or strangers. But after much persuasion she decided to accept since it seemed it was the only way to get me to school and not drag back.
I got the biscuits and I was so happy, immediately my cries started dying off and we got to school. Coming back, my sister reported what happened to my mom. My mom was furious that I got biscuits from someone, she was so displeased by my despicable actions but she couldn’t do anything, I was spared the lashes that day.

During our end of the year party, we got our result. Rather our parents got our result and unfortunately amazing for me, I took 13th position in my class for my first year in school. My mom didn’t know if she should be angry or not. All she could do was just leave a sigh, saying I was just a child and only just started school.
Sho? Child kiniko? if anyone could understand, certainly not my dad. When I got home and even while on the road, people were asking my mom for my position in class. I know we Nigerians like doing that a lot. Unlucky for me, we bumped into the uncle that bought me biscuits the other day I was crying and refusing to go to school. He asked what I took in school and my mom angrily responded 13th. She went and carry 13th, my mom said. 13th biscuits the man added. That was when my mom confirmed his words and said yes 13th biscuits. She nagged so much on how I carry biscuits everyday to school and yet I took such figure back home.

My new name for that holiday became “13 BISCUITS”.
It didn’t even bother me, I still ate my normal biscuits and life goes on hahahaha, that is the most fun thing about being a child. You ave no worries about anything.
Though my dad had scolded me a little, I still cried and whined for biscuits but I never dared repeat such position ever again through out my school year.

This is my entry for “Favorite Childhood Memory” 30 days writing challenge by @tegoshei



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