MY CHILDHOOD SHENANIGANS

One of the best part of my life was my childhood. It was the time I had no worries, didn't have to pay bills, cried for what I wanted and got it. Being a child was bliss. Only if I could go back in time. I'm sharing my childhood memories and mischief with you. I hope it makes you smile and love me more😄 Here it goes. Rola was a cute, mischievous, skinny and amazing little girl. At the time, I was the only daughter of my parent and I was the only child that was always around. Most people even thought I was an only child. I need you to try to picture the description above. Let me help you with what I looked like

Oh yes. You were right. I looked like what you thought. In that little body was a mean, annoying and angelic little girl of course. I was the only one of that age in my house so I was my daddy's baby. He treated me like an egg. I took advantage of this fact. I used to annoy the hell out of my brother and uncles. Would flog them with planks and whenever they tried to retaliate, I would scream "Daddy". Yes😌. And here came Daddy the Saviour saying "Why are you all stressing my daughter? Oya TK, let's go inside before these uncles will kill you for me". I'd put up a big grin knowing they've got nothing on me. I got Daddy on a speed dial.

I was a market woman. Oh My God. Can't believe I did some of these things i'm remembering right now. By market woman, I mean there was this day Dad bought bread for me. As a lover of bread, I warned everyone beforehand not to reach for my bread or even try to eye my bread. Lo and behold, the bullies I had as uncles took my bread and ate it. Ha ha ha, the market woman in me prevailed. I went inside to take one of my mother's wrapper, tied it and started screaming "I will show you people i'm a market woman today. Sheybi I told you not to take my bread. You are trying me." It was funny af. Where I got energy to act that way still surprises me till date. One of the reasons I don't take beverages till today is cause I had too much of it when I was younger😂😂. I liked my tea THICK! Young Rola would wake up in the middle of the night crying for tea. Aunty Sherry I want TEA!! My frustrated aunty would stand up and make tea for me. There was a day I poured my tea away and threw the cup because it was too watery. I know what's going through your mind. I was a handful. Daddy the Saviour came out and told them to make me THICK tea. Little me was excited. I got my dad on speed dial remember. I would draw on the wall and deny I was the one. Who else would it have been if it wasn't me? As I grew, I started getting less of what I wanted. Adulthood started setting in. Being an adult is a scam. Now I have to do things on my own. Daddy the Saviour is no more. No one to make me thick tea when I want because I am grown. I enjoyed all these while it lasted. Guess who the new Rola is. My sister Ayoola of course. She's here to take over and be even more mischievous. 😂😂😂 That girl reminds me of all I did as a child. MY CHILDHOOD SHENANIGANS I SHARED WITH YOU AND I HOPE YOU LOVE ME EVEN MORE🤭😌❤