There was a caught!

The plan was simple.

Go through the back door, silently open the security door, tip toe into the kitchen, creep past the sitting room, into the bedroom, lock the door and tada, we're home!

Unfortunately, i ran headlong into the principality of the dynasty of our house. There in the middle of the kitchen was my Mom. 

I was rooted to the ground, but somehow managed to smile however, when the universe choose to work against you🙆🙆🙆issa strong something.

So there i was, trying to blend in and Mum was carrying on conversation after conversation as though she had no care in the world and she didn't see me sneak in minutes ago.

A minute, two, four, by the fifth minute, i was done waiting, couldn't hold the pain no more.

I screamed in surrender and my fried yam came in view of everyone.

I had gone to buy fried yam after dinner was made. I didn't want what was made, and i had snuck out of the house to buy my yam.

Well for sure my 13 years old self felt i had it all figured out and had come up with a spring in my step but it all fell flat when i came face to face with Mum.

Well, she wouldn't stop talking until my yam hit the ground and she went, 'I thought you wouldn't let it up'

How won't Mum know when the whole kitchen was filled with the aroma of fried yam. 

My little mind !

How could i have thought this operation and  organization was easy?

Long story short, yeah, the whole house descended on my fried yam oh. God help us.😂😅😅😅.

No hiding place. Right?