As a kid, I remember resenting being forced by my loving parents to take siestas on Sundays after church.
This one got me really good. My parents do that to me back then when I was young and I feel Iike they just hate it when I happy with friends. So sometimes when I told to go serve siesta, I will, but then 😈 I will stylishly begin to slip to the edge of the bed so I can escape quietly and then boom! My mum will say "where do you think you are slipping to young lady, my friend climb back up and close your eyes!" 😂😭😭😭 It was torture!
Lovely, pictures you have taken, especially the one with the sunset. It is something I wish to experience someday.
I hope you enjoyed yourself up the mountain, the breeze and fresh air?
At last you made the post, eh?
Welcome back Mr Powers 😉 would love to see more of your post. 😆
Lol.. I can't believe you were already playing the fugitive at that tender age. Bad girl, Hehehe..
I'm glad you liked the pictures. And I've told you, come to Ondo. I'll personally take you to every mountain and beautiful areas I know.
As if you don take me wey dey Ondo out 🙄
"where do you think you are slipping to young lady, my friend climb back up and close your eyes!" 😂😭😭😭 It was torture!
Abeg, I can't laugh. Our mothers can monitor ehn! If you think they close eyes and you want to sneak out, be ready to hear that voice behind you 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Miss Esther don kill me with laugh