egopersonified:
Hahahaha, hand sanitizer inside keke, I would love to see these kids in a molue asking these questions and watch the reactions of others. My kids always pray the car breaks down so we can take bikes(okada) everywhere, they actually enjoy it while I am casting and binding so the bike doesnt fall over. Since the bikes were stopped here, they keep asking me where the bikes have all gone. This is hilarious. Lol

bugativeron:
Some other people should share their experience in experiencing the other side of life. lol.

sparklie:
Wow this is so funny. Well, I've always entered public transport and sometimes private car but abeg to get to where I'm going sharp sharp, na public transport tinz o.


My boss' kids were rude to d driver one day from school, so rude that d almost 60yr old man called my boss to report, even while reporting over d phone, the children (both in secondary school) didn't stop d noise.
My boss was infuriated, angry, mad that is it because God blessed these kids so they don't knw what their mates r going thru?

Next morning at about 6am, my boss called me to meet her in her house sharply, since I was ready for work, I went. When I got there she said, "sparklie, I cald u because we r going to Oxbridge with public transport, I don't knw how to get there so u'll lead d way". The boys reaady for school, d younger one went to pick the car key from d usual place, d mum landed him one hot spicy slap.

We got out of the house, trekked to d estate gate, chai see these boys begging, mummy, how can my friends see me coming down from a bus, mummy it will never happen again. We got to d estate gate, boarded keke, even my boss was shaking. She is also a rich kid. We got to ketu bustop na there both mama and children wan die, I told them we have to hustle for bus o cos everybody too is going out this morning! See mama dey shout, ehn hold ur laptop bag well o, if u like stand there let kidnappers catch u, in d bus sef after paying conductor, to collect change she no gree o, I told d guy to bring d thing sharply and I put it in my bag, plenty wahala.

We entered d bus, see their faces as if they wanted to cut their privates. My boss was just looking round, holding her dress, covering her bag, checking if her phones and wallet still dey inside bag. When we got to Maryland, we got another bus that dropped us off opposite their school, so as their friends were being driven in, see as shame dey catch awon big boys

When they entered d school, I now tld my boss, oya let's go bak to work now, she screamed, go where, no way am I getting on that thing again! She called her driver to come and pick us o.

When we got to work, she told HR to stop deducting latenes fee henceforth cos she has felt what people go thru everyday to come here and what more if rain fell. Over 100staff, she dashed everyone #1000 each.

Ehimenboy:

As in an experience of temporary unusual comfort by one used to relative difficulties?

lakamua:
Op expose your kids a little more. Ajebos suffer when they become adults and face challenges. Show them the 2sides of life which you have seen. It will make them wiser

mikkyphp:
I love this thread.
I suffer when i small o...Thank God for His Grace...But it is imperative we teach our children the 2 sides to life...It gives proper perspective.

flyca:
Me next....

Going to the village for Christmas as kids, my mum wanted us to blend with village life, sweep the compound, fetch drinking water from stream... (to a large extent, she was trying to impress village people, grandma and co wives). Lol

First morning, 6am, wake up call. Chai! I mean why are we even in a hurry to get up when its a full free day. But no problems its all adventure

She had bought jerry cans ready for going to stream. 6:30 prayers were over and we were set for stream with Granny's house boy, Arinze, leading the way. By the time we dragged our lives to the stream, we already met people coming back (second round) for the morning. On a normal trip, it takes 20 minutes to reach the stream from my house. Trust kids it took us twice that time.

My village stream has almost a 90 degree slope and steep about a 100 feet downwards within a very short horizontal distance. It requires a brave heart to descend and ascend!

So on hands and knees, we crept down hills to the river. Arinze quickly helped us filled our jerry cans. Climbing back up, every spirit of adventure was vanished! See bickering, murmuring, crying and other home kids laughing at us. Free drama for them, and to add to it, we were speaking I'm "unusual tongues". Lol

Immediately, we got up, Arinze asked if we could trace back our way home (he probably had sensed it will take us two hours to get back, and we had disorganized his daily routine). With a few uncertain nodes and yes guesses, he hurried out leaving us to our fates.

Very long journey home, But to cut the long story short, we got home at 1pm that day. We had circled the almost the whole village before we got back hungry, bare footed, sun-burnt, abandoned water cans, scratches on the skin when we followed a bush part while tracing our way. My mum and aunt had taken foods in food boxes to look for us down to the stream with non of us with a trace. Every one worried and waiting. When we returned, we were celebrated like "Prodigal Sons".

Well, we went back to the stream on regular bases (we negotiate with mumsy the day to go and the day not to). Her philosophy being that "Practice makes perfect". I love that lady! Haha. Today, I look back and am happy for all those training years