Memoirs

Hope You're not destroying anything? 

  Who doesn't like a Lil silence? I'm sure even a well known orator that's a source of sound appreciates silence in order for good transfer of information.. Lol that's if your audience are silently listening to you, most are silently preoccupied with other issues of life.
 When your house is quiet and you have a toddler who's not asleep by your side, your antennas have to be sensitive cause you might end up at the emergency pediatric unit if you are not observant.
 Well as a kid, I was quiet o, not the chatter box you all know now.I was really busy with things that interested toddlers but unlike the picture above, objects of interest were  books,chair covers and clothes. I started reading at a really young age, that's because I was fascinated with the illustrations in books. I so much wanted to be part of the story I had to cut out the illustrations and creat a collage,my own story. I was so quiet then,my parents were even proud of me and boasted about me to all and sundry,how mistaken were they. The truth is, when they are suspicious of the ensuing silence they start searching for me and they always found me in a corner with a book. Their Lil girl loved reading (and other creative things done with papers) and to prove that to them,  I will tell them the story in the book(since it's theirs they already knew the content). They were so proud of my reading ability they lauded me and got me more books (o boy.... see fun). Unknown to them, after I'm done with their books,the books become void of illustrations,  all that is left are letterings and holes(reminders of what was),that redesigned the book anyway.It didn't end there, as long as I was armed with my scissor and blade, no design (no matter the surface) escaped my butchering skills, from patterns on old clothes to patterns on worn out upholstery. Now I'm Older, I can only imagine the looks on their faces and what went through their minds (this child must surely be an agent of destruction),when they saw the leather upholstery had been cut(I planned making a knapsack out of it though ), some of my mums old wrappers were fenestrated (ehnnn my mum nearly die that day o) and surely my dad wasn't spared the embroidery on the sleeves of some of his few natives were missing (the guy had to punch the bed,especially when I started cooing, I'm sorry,I thought you weren't using them again') .
 Well what will they do,they can't throw me out or even beat me for my destructive acts (in my mind creative abilities),they resorted to buying worn out books and knock offs.        Hahahahaha I remember vividly going to the bookshop with my mum and elder sister,she picked original books for my elder sister and reprints and knock offs for me(I cared less though). The shop keeper had to ask her why because my mum can take the whole day to scrutinize a book just to make sure it won't be scattered after 2days. Her reply was epic,'why should I get original when she will tear it anyway,I'm simply buying her more books to tear'.see laughter from fellow customers, I just sat in corner waiting for the next batch of materials to make paper boats and kites. Lol.
  Subsequently when my name was screamed especially when the house is quiet and I don't reply,(chai you can hear panic in their voice) the question that follows is, hope you are not destroying anything?. That's when I finally answer, 'yes mummy,I'm sleeping. Lol.. See yelling, 'will you come out here?,how can you be sleeping and you still can answer me?you had better come out with that scissor and blade before I beat you silly,you will know I'm your mother today(like I never knew).
Btw..I was 6yrs or there about.


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