MY HORROR MOVIE EXPERIENCE (part 1)

Anytime I try to take a picture with my dad, he always reminds me of "our picture" incident so here's what happened...

  Fresh outta secondary school, I had nothing doing at home. One day, my dad insisted that I followed him to his office so he could drop me off at the library to read. About a year before this, he was promoted to a top position and it came with a very fancy office. I had never been to his office since his promotion and so I didn't know the gist.
Let me just give a background history.
My father is someone who likes to think that people are always envious of your success and want to kill you. This kind of 'drink garri in front of people and eat your chicken when they are not with you' vibe. 

'these are perilous times' he would always say.

 
I remember one time I told him to open a Facebook account so he could reconnect with his old friends. I thought I was doing a good thing after he told me he was going to think about it.
I wish I hadn't said anything cuz that night, he 'summoned' me to give me the talk of life. He explained to me how people could see my success on social media and probably take my picture to a baba, or how kidnappers (that don't already know rich people to kidnap) could see my pictures online and come for me. Wow! (wahala for Otedola's children oh). I sat down there denying ever having any social media accounts or talking to strangers (God forbid, can never be me 🙂).

Back to the day at the office, all the while I spent in the office, I sat on the couch, while he sat on the dining chair. He took me from place to place and wherever he went. All the while, I had my eyes on his chair and I couldn't wait to be left alone with it. When it was time to leave, he told me to take his bag to the car while he used the restroom.
Finally!!! I looked at the chair, the flags behind it, the fancy table, the portrait and everything. It was like I was falling under the anointing of captions. 'E remain' pictures.
I dived into the seat and started taking pictures. 'pout' 'smile' 'blows cheek' 'tongue out with two fingers gunned to my head' 'pout again'. Before I could blow my cheek another time, what did I hear from behind me;
"This girl! what have you done!! What have you done!!" my father screamed from behind me.

Forget that cheek I was blowing, my whole mouth deflated.

"my God! Please forgive her God, forgive this girl! She hasn't done anything wrong, she's just an innocent girl! What have you done!!!" He exclaimed

"kneel, I said kneel here!!" he screamed

At this point, I knew e Don be for me. I'm locked up with my dad, mum is kilometers away. I'm in soup!

But something even scarier happened. Something that made me realize what I had done was even worse than I thought. I had committed something grave. 😥😰😟