So, my sister brought home a live chîckéñ we would use to make Nsala soup (white sóúp), but Bubu, her son of 2 years, immediately turned the chîckén into his pet.

When it was time for me to take the chîckén to Johnny, the guy who would help us sláûghtér the chîckéñ, Bubu hugged the chîckéñ tightly and was crying. I should leave his baby alone for him.

I wanted to take the chîckéñ forcefully from him, but his mother said I should leave him and that he would soon sleep.

To my greatest surprise, Bubu still hugged this Chîckéñ tight and slept.

I came to take the chîckéñ from him, but he was still hugging it very tight. Even the chicken was also trying to get away from Bubu’s hand because Bubu was stráñglîñg him without knowing.

This chîckéñ just got a tiny space and saw Bubu’s fóréhéád and pîñchéd Bubu’s forehead twice with its long mouth.

That was how my boy, who was sleeping, released the chîckén and stood up and ran Héltér skéltér like a blîñd mád ców to where there was no road.

Since that day, anywhere he sees Chîckéñ, both small and big ones oso🏃🏃🏃!

That boy is so stûbbórñ, but now I don’t stress myself to tell him not to go outside or not to do something. I will just lie down. If he wants to go outside, I will just shout Chîckén, come and fînîsh Bubu’s fóréhéád!

Bubu will run and go and sit or lie down.

Thank God for this Chîckén. If not, Bubu will not obey me if I talk this house.

The best babysitter of the year goes to Mr. Chîckén

My name is Amaka Ember.