When I was a child, I didn’t like taking drugs, so I devised a means, which my mum always use In getting at me. Because she knows that if she calls me to come and take drugs, I will run away.

This particular day, she planned with my other siblings.

You think I will you the plan. No…! I won’t, figure it out yourself. Anyway, I shall let out the cat this time since this is the first time I am telling the world about my childhood experience.

My mum told me that my elder brother wants to take drugs and that my siblings and I should go and get him because I know that most time he does not like drugs, so I believed her. As I was about going to hold my eldest brother, both my Elder brother and other siblings carried me to my mother.

I cried and tried running away, but to no avail. I was bought to my mum, who gave me the melted tablets she had mixed in the water.

My siblings held me, while my mum held my nose because I refused to open my mouth. Immediately my mum held my nose, my mouth opened on its own.

Mothers are so magical because they know where to hold you, which would make you take that drug, even when you refused to take them.

So, my mum poured the melted tablets into my mouth, and even when I tried vomiting them, she sprinkled some water on my face and the drug was diluted.

I cried out my liver, but it refused to come out, cursing them in my heart, but after some moment, I would run back. A child is so innocent.

It was so horrible and disastrous because I hated drugs with a passion.