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Childhood Chronicles: Confessing to an Uncommitted Crime

Have you ever admitted to a crime you didn't commit? Well, I have and I'm about to take you down a melodramatic lane, stay with meπŸ™ƒ.

This happened around 2008/2009, I was in Nursery 2 and I remember this because I could picture my primary school right now and see the position of my class.
Nursery School GraduationπŸ™ˆπŸ™ˆ
There was this boy whose name I can't recall who gave me a five naira note. I tried to give it back but he just wanted me to have it by all means. "Sweet boy", you might think but don't be so fastπŸ˜‚. I could not throw the money away, so I kept the money with me. 

Before we go home, we sometimes stay with someone you can refer to as a "big mummy" and wait for our parents to come pick us up. She sold bread and groundnut, and I thought I should spend my five naira on groundnut ( I know, there was really a phase where groundnut was five naira🀧). Anyway, guess what? There was no groundnut and I could not spend my five naira.
 
My mum came to pick us up later that day and saw me with the five naira. She probed and probed and I kept telling her it was a boy in my class that gave it to me, but for some reason, she wasn't buying the story but I truly was not trying to sell her a story😩. 

Before the next morning, we concluded that I "took" the money from my teacher's table. Yes, I admitted to stealing the moneyπŸ™‚ To date I don't know why we came to that conclusion, I know five naira was a lot of money but I don't think I've ever stolen money in my life. Milo? Yes(I have a scar because of thatπŸ˜‚) milk? Yes, but money??!   
The next day, my mum accompanied me to school and for reasons unknown to me, the boy denied that he had given me the money. You gave me five naira by force and then denied that you gave it to me?🀦🏻‍♀️ (men😀). If he was like this in nursery school I wonder how he is nowπŸ˜’. 

We went to my teacher and there was an imaginary place I took the money from. I don't think the teacher remembered losing any money, but I apologised for "taking her money" anyway. 

If it makes it any better my mum bought a lollipop for me after for doing the right thing and I took it with glee. I was a young innocent girl so I didn't think much of it, I still don't and I hold no grudge against anyone. I'm always amused anytime I remember the whole ordeal thoughπŸ˜‚. 
My mama and IπŸ₯°
So back to my question, have you ever admitted to committing a crime you knew nothing about? If you have I would like to hear about it! 

I hope you enjoyed reading through because I had a nice time writing this. See you at the next read❤️

Comments

  1. Oh my God, Jujuuu, this made me laugh so hard.πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜­ Btw, we need to find that boy!

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  2. He is so lucky I can't remember his nameπŸ˜‚

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  3. Omo. We all do something in our childhood that when we remember we laugh so hard. Nice writeup πŸ˜‚

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  4. Hi, by any chance did you go to St. Claire Nursery and primary school, and the place you took the picture was Oscco. That was my secondary school also, I graduated from Oscco last yearπŸ˜πŸ˜„

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    1. Hello, yes I did go to St.Claire Nursery and Primary School. This comment just made me so happy❤️

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