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 Sometimes i wonder if I am alone in this thought... Seriously many atimes, I wonder why I had to grow up so fast, these days with everything happening in Nigeria, I have convinced myself that my teenage days where largely part of my easiest days. I mean who cared? Apart from go to school, church activities, wash plates and sometimes go help my Dad at his work place where he sold lab and science equipment, ( He still does) the rest of what I did with my life was ask for things from my parent with reckless abandon o! Of course I didn't get many of those things but it won't stop me from asking for more the next chance I get. While my siblings and I usually need to study the mood of dear Mum and Dad to find out when it was favourable to make our requests, we would sometimes, also send Ezy, Our last Born and my parent's 'Tata' for along time to make the required request or complain for Us. But that was basically all I had to worry about. 

Right now, it's a different ball game entirely ooo! Omo, the word "Responsibility" was only an English word for me for a very long time, until I became an adult under our very own Naija 'Climate' Dear Mum told quite well that growing up was demanding but she could have cucu ma pointed at one particular picture in my geography book and say that what's growing up looks like! that way I would have understood better. Mba nu! they didn't gist me this growing up thing well ooo!

You see, the picture in my geography text book was an image of  a man that looked like Mayweather or so. He was carrying a massive size earth on his hands. Those days, I will stare at that picture for minutes and shiver at how the muscles of the man's body, particularly the hands and legs looked like they would burst out any minute. The legs self, apart from looking like over size Benue yam also seemed like it was digging into the ground from the weight of the globe he was carrying and all this man wore was a yellow underwear! Chei I use to pity him while I shivered, lol! Even though it was just a drawing. 

Well, growing up stripped me off my childish freedom and gave me huge responsibilities, so now, sometimes I feel like that man in the drawing, who else does? Hehehe!

Don't get me wrong o, growing up is also a huge blessing! I haven't stopped thanking God for how far He has brought me, basically, old age gon is a blessing from God. 

The perks of growing up is really cool, one of them being that I now dish my own soup myself and can add the amount of fish and meat I want inside! Lol! Men!! I used to envy dear Mum's soup plate for Africa! She can take care of that soup plate well o, that plate is never happy until it is filled with plenty correct fish and other happy things! while my own be looking like it's a learner.#smh.

I have learnt that every stage in life has it's purpose, all of it, boiling down to fixing up the puzzle of your life and leaving you a masterpiece. 

Back to teenage stories! So, when I was Fifteen and in the boarding house, we usually go for prep class (reading class) by 6pm and close an hour or two later. After closure, some peep like me will be rushing back to go and sleep(men! I was one crazy teenager) while the serious minded ones will stay back to read more or even 'pull an all nighter'.

On one of those fateful days, Sister Chizy, that's me, was rushing back to go and throw myself into my bed, a classmate, Tari, stopped and said he wanted to talk to me about something. I already knew what it was about since it wasn't his first time of stopping me "to talk." Like a moving car entering a pot hole, I came to a slow stop. And he started for reason I didn't understand telling me those things that dear mum warned me about. You know now? Again for some reasons I did not understand, I didn't judge him or chastise him like I do other guys, I just listened. In my mind, "this guy is different o, he doesn't act crazy and childish like many classmates of mine" maybe he really likes me o" but unfortunately for him, dear mum has conveniently padlocked my mind towards dudes with her plenty warnings... While, I was still musing in the fact that "the dude is for real," we heard sounds of siren and next thing, a police vehicle pulled over in front of us. Surprised and shocked, I turned immediately to Bros who was supposed to at this point shield me from the would be danger and all I felt was cool night breeze across my face! No Bros, not even his shadow! Chei, Odiegwu! 

I turned back to the Policemen who by now, where standing before me since every other person around had retired with speed to their hostels. It turned out that the principal had alerted the police on an unlawful party SS3 Students were having in school, where it was rumoured all kinds of immoralities were taking place and had asked them to arrest the students involved. I am not sure if it was the innocent shock on my face, or the books on my hands or my tiny and childish figure that saved me, but when I told them I was not involved, they actually believed me and started to drive off to were musical sounds were coming from. While I was trying to understand what was happening, obviously, Bros Tari had noticed the policemen were harmless, he slowly creeped out of his hiding place to where I was, when the policemen had finally driven off, he said to me with a smile on his face, "fear, fear! See how you dey fear, I dey here for you!" The shock I felt when he said that was more than what I felt when I saw the men in black. In my mind, "Dude are you serious? You must be joking!"

Na so i waka jejely back to my hostel ooo, after telling Bros bye bye. I couldn't say more than that, I mean what should I have said to Bros who believes he was there for me when Na run him run? Lol!  Dear Mum would have said, "I told you so!" But who gisted her? 

That however, was just, one not so great experience! I eventually made friends with some really great guys who would stand with you through it all.

Hash Tag: All Men are Not The Same!

PHOTO: Chizy at lateTeenage age!
In my son's voice: "Who is Dah!!!"
Me: "Son, have some respect, that was Me your Mother!"

I will be right back with more... Don't forget to make ChizyMO's blog an online Home!

Love 

Chizy.