Jackeeh: I used to hide lumps of eba either under d dining table or gum them behind the fridge n shout " mummy I've finished eating. See my plate is empty". And when d coast is clear, I'd remove them from were I stashed them n throw over the fence. Little did I know I was throwing them into someone's farm. One morning, someone knocked at our gate,and when it was opened, in came this man with all my supposedly swallowed garri that I had been throwing away. N I mean the whole lot of them, everything. I was mortified. And from then on,whenever I had garri as lunch,it would be under the strictest supervision. And then,making me finish even the smallest amount of eba was d cruelest thing u could do to me. But now I don't even get satisfied with a large amount of eba. Hmmmmmmm childhood!!!

Mutuwa: I use to dread tales by moonlight,esp the opening theme where a hunter comes across a monster in the bushes.

LaRoyalHighness: Whenever I fell sick then I would pretend to be okay... *fear of injection.

ideyhere: If I come back from school, before my elder sister finish looking for neat clothes, I would have gone to the laundry basket, remove cloth, enter kitchen and pounce on the food...

And I loved playing so much that I always ended up with serious home accidents. Can remember two incidents; one I was sitting on a high stool and backing the stairs...where my mouth wouldn't stay one place, I tumbled from the sit and rolled to the base of the stairs. The other one I was swinging between the arm of two cushions...my hand slipped and I fell with so much force that I bit off my tongue...my tongue had to be stitched that day

ibangs: If its tablet i must use garri with affang soup(my native soup). Meaning when am sick mum must cook it, so i can take my drugs.

ibangs: Hoooh! i can only imagine the pains you passed through. Childhood play causing serious injury since 500BC

LaRoyalHighness: Lol... eyen eka mmi! abadie e?

ideyhere:

Actually, being the play play that I was, none of those things could hold me down. Saliva being what it is, the stitches were removed the next day and the tongue was back to normal. The only one that held me down was when I had to wear casts on my hand for almost a month

ibangs: Wasting mum's eba which was for the good without knowing.

Eddlad: Well here goes..

I used to take up flash light to the top of our house and throw it to the sky.......hoping to see what was behind all that darkness.

breathless: @OP. Please take note, it is HEAR and not HERE.

Eddlad: @op
No,I was curious and till date I still am of all sorts.

ibangs: Thanks for the observation. I notice it immediately after posting. Kicking myself afterward.

Jackeeh:

Do u need help with the kicking?

ibangs: Lol... i think i can handle it myself before i get a ferocious one which a medic will need to be sought for afterward.

softsparkyy: I didn't do any, my younger brother dealt with me then . That guys head is very big that anytime we had a fight the guy go just headbutt me.

KiddaBlingzz:

teeo: I used to bite my elder sister anytime we fought. I had very sharp teeth.

Jackeeh: I used to hide lumps of eba either under d dining table or gum them behind the fridge n shout " mummy I've finished eating. See my plate is empty". And when d coast is clear, I'd remove them from were I stashed them n throw over the fence. Little did I know I was throwing them into someone's farm. One morning, someone knocked at our gate,and when it was opened, in came this man with all my supposedly swallowed garri that I had been throwing away. N I mean the whole lot of them, everything. I was mortified. And from then on,whenever I had garri as lunch,it would be under the strictest supervision. And then,making me finish even the smallest amount of eba was d cruelest thing u could do to me. But now I don't even get satisfied with a large amount of eba. Hmmmmmmm childhood!!!