My mom caught me doing soapy with a bar of Dettol on the bed! She shouted CHIDI!!! What are you doing with soap on my bed I froze like NEPA took light inside my soul I said Mummy what That day, Dettol became evidence and my shame became loud. She didn’t just shout she gave me a lecture I’ll never forget Now anytime she wants to disgrace me in public she just says, “Remember the day of the soap Chidi was a 17-year-old boy with the curiosity of a cat and the awkwardness of teenage hormones. He had recently been exposed to some things on his friend’s phone things that sent his imagination on a one-way trip. His mother Mama Chidi, a strong Nigerian woman with sharp eyes and sharper instincts, had always warned him: “Don’t go and be learning rubbish from those boys in the street!” But of course, Chidi, being Chidi, didn’t think advice applied to him. One sunny afternoon, Mama Chidi had gone to the market Chidi, home alone, saw it as the perfect time to explore what his friends had described as soapy He sneaked into his room with a bar of soap and locked the door like he was hiding treasure. His heart was beating fast not because of guilt, but because he didn’t want to get caught doing something he barely understood He sat on the bed, placed a towel beside him, and began his experiment. What he didn’t know was that his mother had forgotten her wallet and was already on her way back home As he sat there mid-act, half-confused, half-focused the door suddenly burst open. Mama Chidi stood there, eyes wide, mouth wider “CHIDI!!!” she screamed. “What in the name of Saint Anthony are you doing on that bed with my Dettol soap Chidi froze. Soap in hand. Eyes red. Spirit disconnected from body. M-mum… what?” he stammered, trying to hide the evidence What? You’re asking me what?!” she shouted again marching closer like a judge ready to deliver holy punishment Chidi dropped the soap and sat up, sweating I was just trying something I saw online Mama Chidi placed her hands on her waist, looked at him, and asked one question that could shatter a soul Is this what I trained you for? Soapy?! On my bed? With Dettol He looked down, ashamed. “Mummy I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me There was silence Then, unexpectedly, she sighed and sat beside him Chidi she said softly, “I know you’re growing up. I know your body is doing you somehow. But this thing you’re doing ehn there are better ways to understand your body without turning your room into a car wash Chidi almost choked on his saliva Mummy She laughed, but not with anger See your life. You now know how shame feels, abi He nodded quickly, avoiding eye contact She stood up and said, “Clean yourself, take this towel to the laundry, and please soap is for bathing, not for bedroom rituals Then she walked away, shaking her head and mumbling Soapy in this house Chineke me From that day, Chidi became more careful. Not just because of the embarrassment, but because he realized he could talk to his mum about awkward things without being judged. Weeks later, she bought him a small book on puberty and told him, “Next time you’re confused, read this or ask me and I’ll explain without shouting Their bond grew stronger. They talked more openly And Chidi never saw soap the same way again Lesson Curiosity is normal but be wise with what you explore Parents shouting doesn’t always mean they don’t understand sometimes, they’re just shocked And most importantly, soap is for skin not scandal That day became family legend. And whenever Mama Chidi wants to make Chidi uncomfortable at family events she just says Who remembers the day of the soap and everyone bursts into laughter Follow me Peace Saratu Ayuba for more interesting stories @highlight #ChidiAndTheSoapySaga #DettolNoBeForThatUse #CaughtInTheAct #MummyEnterWithoutKnocking #ShameThatBurns #SoapOfConfusion #FromSoapyToSorry #TeenageWahala101 #MamaKnowsEverything #LaughterAndLessons #FacebookFamilyStory #PublicToiletNoPainPassThisEmbarrassment