Our young mothers eh, lerrus try nah. Our mothers did cloth us, I mean PROPER clothing, at least they gave us an option, to choose whether or not we wanted to be unclad in Adulthood.
Abeg nahhh, allow these innocent ones their innocence so dem go fit get choice whether or not to be unclad in Adulthood.
It saddens to hear young girls say stuff like, "SO?!!!My mum bought it!" And you be like, (stammer) "bo... bou... bough.. bought this?!!!" while you stare at some almost-absent clothing.
Saw this very pretty baby girl, very pretty one, running around the hotel lounge, just running around, playing with herself and any available child within. She ran past me the first time, I smiled. Then she went past some moments later, then again, then another again and each time she got close, she slowed kinda before zooming off with all that pretty baby gals giggling.
Abeg nahhh, allow these innocent ones their innocence so dem go fit get choice whether or not to be unclad in Adulthood.
It saddens to hear young girls say stuff like, "SO?!!!My mum bought it!" And you be like, (stammer) "bo... bou... bough.. bought this?!!!" while you stare at some almost-absent clothing.
Saw this very pretty baby girl, very pretty one, running around the hotel lounge, just running around, playing with herself and any available child within. She ran past me the first time, I smiled. Then she went past some moments later, then again, then another again and each time she got close, she slowed kinda before zooming off with all that pretty baby gals giggling.
It suddenly hit me she wasn't 'Clad' and the next time she came by, I sincerely, unintentionally asked, "Baby girl where are your clothes dear?" gesticulating, still unintentionally, at her exposed thighs.
She REALLY slowed then, looked down the red girly blouse she had on and the as-good-as-absent pant-sized red short worn to match, twirled the blouse around her fingers and looked like she'd thought about that too. Then she was off, up the stair way and gone, giggling still. When I saw her again in the evening she was all CLAD and prettier still. I guessed that maybe back then her LOVING mum had wanted her daughter looking all yankie-pretty.
Bikonu, give these kids a chance to be kids, to enjoy and finish the kid age, then grow up being responsible for their actions.
Young Mothers especially, please adhere, the ZEAL to out do yourselves (probably in your YoungMothersSociety) no gree una carry sense along. A decently clad toddler is a whole lot of Unembarrassing Pleasure to behold.
I Speak for these Babes!
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