I have always been a fan of food, even now, I guessed, it is something i have not been able to take away, is okay if you call me a foodie, because, I can never lie a bit, I love foods, infact, I love everything that is carriable in a plate, cups or well package from the kitchen.
Moreover, anything eatable turns me on and I am researching on way's to get ride of it, lol, that was by the way.
As a child, I love chocolate so much, I remember this was also something that I can't really have a happy day without, if it wasn't chocolate then it wasn't sweet.
The thing was that, it will really vex me when it was night time, especially, if I am going to bed without at least a single chocolate in my mouth, it was either i ate chocolate or I would decided to cry in that night.
In each of those acting I performed, my father never said a thing to me, but he would asked my mother to come asked me to keep quiet, it gotten to a point that mom would get my chocolate ready everytime I needed it, and within those moments, I taught I was actually winning their hearts of eating chocolate everyday and night.
But the part that involved my uncle ruined everything, my uncle came to visit us and he was staying with us for some weeks, I did not know who told him about me and chocolate, because he came with a big one, i sneak into the room everytime to cut it, I can't even talked of those times, I took permission to do it, but the time's I hide and do it were many.
I never knew I was been watched, especially, it seems my uncle came all the way from Enugu where he reside to stop the nonsense out of me, so the chocolate that my uncle brought for us got finished, and I never knew my attitude would not be accepted anymore.
I wish I knew that my uncle was someone who derived pleasure from making someone to behave the way he wants, I would have just managed to behave and allowed him to go back to Enugu before I continue my chocolate shakara in the house, but, boom! I cry that night, that I can't sleep because I have not eaten chocolate.
Oh!, I heard a slaps, since no one in the house has ever done something like that to me, I did not still believed the alarm sound comes from my back, afterwards, I was jack up like a volleyball, it was my uncle who jacked me, and in that place I was taken to, I saw my mom and my sister.
My sister all along didn't support my nonsense of crying for chocolate and disturbing people everytime in the night, I felt that time like she was the person that asked my uncle to come and visit us.
It was that night my small buttocks received some slash of canes, I unexpectedly fell asleep in the floor and in the morning, when I woke up, I stopped talking about chocolates, even when my uncle travelled back to his base at Enugu, I never want to eat it, no matter how people asked me to.
smile.... I know you expect my pivotal behavior in childhood were good, I was a bad boy from day one.
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