Adventure Story Of My Childhood Memory...An Event That I will Never Forget

Good evening my wonderful people of hive naija community , I d greet una oooo....I hope say, you F Holley for this weekend. E don tare were I write for here because of one kind wahala like that.
But by the grace of God, I don d come back, say I don miss una well Wella.

I wan thank all of us were d do great work for this platform, starting from d moderators to we the members. Una don do too well, make papa God bless una.

Omor...I just wan say that this week prompt d Totori me for body oooooo..e d sweet me as I don see this topic.... E say make we go back to that time were we bin small ladies, but we bin no sabi wetin we bin d do. Make we talk about those things weather good or bad.

Today, I go talk about something were I bin do when I bin small, and evidence the too. The thing bin pain me sote ehhhhh..... mark even d sef, e bin pain me sha oooo....

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Wetin be this childhood memories sef... It mean say, all those our small small things were we bin do when we were small were we no fit forget.
E fit be anything oooooo , so far na something were pesin no fit forget.

When we remember our childhood memories ehhh.... chaiiiiiiiiii, e bring back that innocence that I bin no know wetin I bin do eh unto say na small pikin I bin d.
Some memories fit bring back cry ehhhh when we remember say na we this thing happened to.

Na my story be this....
When I bin d small, but not to small Sha, I bin d primary school.....and na my mama d always wake up everyday d cook for us...
Anytime I bin go school, my classmates go take say dem d follow their mama d for kitchen d cook. I go always feel jealous....as small pikin na, I bin think say my mama bin d do me wickedness.

So everyday, my mama go d preach make me and my sister no near gas. But me, I bin wan follow my classmates niiii give testimony.
One Easter Friday like that, my big sister and me enter kitchen, and my mama bin f boil big pot of water to cook utumboro.... The water bin d hot well well, na so my sister go open pot talk say, d water hot well well for us to put d mboro....

All this while, my mum was other cutting vegetables to put in the food, my sister and I weren't aware that the pot and gas wasn't in good condition,... My sister and I now struggled for who will stand in front of the pot, In that state, I stepped on the board which was under the gas and boom!!!!!! Hot water finished my beautiful legs.... Oh!!! What a cooking mystery......

I screamed sote.....my mama commot from backyard were she bin d.... D scream ooooo. Ohhhh!!!! I was in pains wishing there was something I would have done.....
My dad had left for the Easter already since he is a pastor. My mum had to call my dad from church, he came home immediately.....
Palm oil,raw eggs, groundnut oil and spirits was poured inside.

this picture is mine,my burnt leg

The beautiful thing is that the water bin no touch my sister oooo because na me bin d front.
So, I was admitted in the hospital for immediate treatment..... But the scars never go.

That was the biggest childhood memory of mine that I wouldn't forget in a hurry and I will even share it with my children because e no easy ooo

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