Being Silly

When I was very much younger, I had this habit of wanting to be sick, not only was it a hobby, it was a joyous thing.😃

In my house then, there was one thing peculiar to falling sick, falling sick meant you would finish a whole bottle of malt and a full tin of three crown milk, only you! 😊

To achieve my mischievous act, mummy's hand dryer always came in handy, all I had to do was wait for NEPA, plug and heat myself up. I would feel my temperature with my hands and nod in satisfaction, it was hot enough to be mistaken for fever.😏

"Mummy ayam sick, see my temperature is very high."

I usually let mummy feel my head, i let her feel it twice, at least for her to know I wasn't joking.😝

"Chukwudi, come and buy malt and milk for your sister..." Then the other medications would follow.

My mischief was always a success, so it became a regular affair, every two weeks I was running a temperature, and for every temperature, malt and three crown milk compensated me.😋

I was enjoying this ministry of mine until my aunty Nkechi told my mum that bitter leaf juice and milk was a surer bet.😢

Imagine.