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THE BEAUTIFUL CHAOS CALLED SIBLINGS 😄

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    Alright guys, I know y'all have been waiting for this 😅

     

    🔥CHAPTER TWO: The Beautiful Chaos Called Siblings

     

    So, I’ve got four siblings — three girls and a boy. I’m the fourth child, and if you know anything about being number four, you’ll understand when I say we’re the invisible ones. For real. I just always felt like I was floating in between.

     

    Growing up, my bond with my siblings was... hmm... how do I even explain it? It was distant but close. Weird combo, I know, but that’s how it felt — especially with my two eldest siblings (my big sis and my brother). I think the age gap played a role sha, I hardly saw them. So it was mostly me, my immediate elder sister, and my junior sister.

     

    Ahhh, those two! That’s the real gist. We were enemies in the morning and besties by night 🤣. We argued like crazy, fought over the silliest things, but still, the love was mad strong. No matter what, we had each other’s back. 

     

    Mini Madness Memories 🤭

     

    One of my favorite memories was this particular night. Our mom wasn’t back yet — you remember I said she was always so busy, right? My dad wasn’t around that night either, so we were all sitting outside waiting for her.

     

    Then suddenly, we saw a woman approaching from afar. We couldn’t see her face yet, just her shadow — but she had the same body build as our mom. As per children na, we ran to her screaming, “Mummyyy! Why did you come back late na? We were scared o! And Anty Esther was beating us and told us not to play with the Fagbemiros!”

     

    We were whining and holding her like she was truly our mom. Only for the woman to step out of the shadows... and it was our NEIGHBOR! 🤣🤣🤣 My dear, shame almost swallowed us. But that night, ehn, laughter filled our compound. We couldn’t stop talking about it the next day.

     

    Another mini memory was our “break plate and disappear it” operation. 😅 Anytime a plate broke, all of us would team up to quickly transfer it to the dustbin like undercover agents. We’d think we had succeeded, but somehow — I don’t know how — that woman (aka mummy) would always know. I suspect she had hidden CCTV powers 🤣.

     

    And then there was my brother. I used to watch him and his friends play football. I really loved football, backflips, all those boyish sports. But introvert mode always had me on the sidelines 😜

     

    Until one day, my bro asked me to be the pretend goalkeeper. Just like that. That moment meant a lot to me — it felt like a small crack in the distance between us, like he saw me. Even if it was brief, it mattered.

     

     

     

    What It Taught Me 🧠

     

    That neighbor moment? Yeah, that one taught me not to believe everything I see — because not all that glitters is mummy 😂

     

    The plate-breaking days taught me teamwork. We laughed, covered for each other, and in the process, bonded even more. But it also taught me: if I must keep something from mummy, it better be top secret o 😅

     

    Watching my brother and finally being called into the game? That shaped me. It made me a bit boyish — and honestly, I like it. In this Nigeria, as a girl, you need a little toughness to survive.

     

    Looking back now, I realize siblings are just built-in best friends...

    With a sprinkle of madness 💀🤣

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