10/12/2025
I took my SON to police station myself 😭😭💪💪💪💪
😂😂 My People Come and Hear What I Did Yesterday o!
If I didn’t see myself with my own eyes, I wouldn’t believe I’m capable of such!
You see this my second son, Vadim? That boy has been behaving like someone that swallowed remote control and pressed permanent stubborn mode.
I have talked, warned, preached, even poured small anointing water on his head. NOTHING entered! 😭🤣
But yesterday… yesterday was the day my spirit said “Enough is Enough. Activate Plan B.”
I came home tired—
The kind of tired that makes you question your life, your marriage, your village, your ancestors—
Only to meet Vadim doing the SAME thing I warned him about.
Na so I tell am calmly:
“Young man, dress up. Carry this extra shirt. Pick that bread and pure water. We are going to the police station.”
His eyes opened like fresh boiled egg.
“Mommy no now… you can’t do that to me.”
I said, “Try me. I have your placenta receipt.” 🤣🤣
I even called his father hoping he’d calm me down…
This man supported me with FULL CHEST!
He said, “Follow your mother. It’s just one or two nights. Only small mosquito will bite you. We will bring food.”
Ah! Perfect!
Immediately, tough boy turned to jelly.
He cried and crode.
Begged and beggedeth.
But me? I locked my emotions like Federal Secretariat. 🤣🤣
We reached the station, greeted officers.
I announced proudly, “I brought my son for discipline.”
Police people did not disgrace me — they ENTERED CHARACTER IMMEDIATELY!
One shouted,
“Bring him in! Let him cool off small inside.”
Omo! Vadim glued to my leg like super glue. Even the bike man was watching us like African Magic.
Inside, the policewoman asked what happened.
I explained my plan.
She said,
“Good. Hope you brought extra clothes. Small pap and water will reset his brain. Leave him for the night.”
Vadim: “MOMMYYY NOT EVEN ONE HOUR! I HAVE CHANGED!” 😭😭😭🤣🤣🤣
This boy began listing promises like a politician seeking second term:
✔️ I’ll do chores
