Funny how people say dat being the last child in the family is always about enjoyment which i totally disagree. As the last child in my family, it is completely the opposite. We are nine in the family 6 boys and 3 girls n i happen to be the last of this lot. Exactly the number nine. From a tender age or let me say for as long as i cud remember, i was d one doing the following, i mop the floor every wkend, i wash d dishes, i clear d garbage in the house, i accompany my mum n my sisters to the market, my mum takes me to the village to work in the farm every wkend which is very tedious, i also do the travel to the village and spend at least one month for the usual yearly farming season which i have to roundup with my family quickly so as to return to the city and attend sch. And to cap it up, the most annoying of all this lots of work i engage in is the little errands every member of the family sends u, i.e., go buy me mineral, sugar, margarine, go call dis person and dat.

D only enjoyment i can recount on being the last child is eating the remaining scrubs from their foor and drinks.
So i wonder, wats so special in being a last child anyway?

9 children!  you're blessed!