I have this very clear scar on my right hand. I just looked at it again and remembered how I got it.
My wicked elder brother Paul has always been mischievous right from the womb. He was about 6 or 7years of age when he gave me this scar with a hot iron. My aunt gave him the iron to go keep somewhere, and he cornered me and washed my head till I brought it out 'voluntarily' (not with clear eyes obviously ๐๐๐), then he ironed my hands with it ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ข. Wicked brother I have. This explains why I hate irons and ironing till date, it's my brother's fault ๐๐.
So I'm calling you out, chuks, to avoid me! You and anything that looks like Iron!
I'm sure he also has scars from the beating he recieved that day from mum ๐๐๐๐.
Ogbanje na-agba o.
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