Growing up in an african home(Yoruba tribe)

Growing up in an African home it's nothing than an experience on its own especially my tribe,haaaaa Yoruba tribe 😮😮😮😮.

Growing up in a typical Yoruba family, u know how our indigenous mothers are, they will want things to go their way and if you dare object, you are in big trouble that's when they will remember a child back then in the village when they were young that disrespected her parents, how his or her life later ended some will even quote bible verse for you, it's as serious as that. My tribe is good in fact the best in adding prefix and suffix to their sentences when communicating with you that brings us back to my mother, i call her madam no nonsense because if my mum shout for you 😂😂😂 if you are not strong you can develop heart attack that is the woman I grew up with. My mum must not call you thrice before you answer you will explain in details I mean in details what you were doing that stopped you from replying her immediately she called you, she always want everything to go her way. Growing up in such a family where my dad is someone that doesn't talk much, actually he do the beating once you are been reported like this know you are in big trouble. And in my house, any small thing can cause your beating so we don't pass our boundaries to avoid been beaten.

Back then, I actually thought my parents were been wicked but through my journey in life I remain grateful to God that I was brought up that way. They instill in us the fear of been dependent, I remember my dad always saying never depend on anyone and never look down on yourself. During my junior secondary school period, I dare not come home with not bin less than 3rd position once it's less than that I will start crying from school till I got home then when I reached our gate, it will take me like 10 minutes to prepare my speech on how i failed before entering. I remembered during my js2 second term, I took 7th position 😣😣😣😣 that was d beginning of my journey to the beating realm, on getting home i dropped my result on the table and suddenly i became the most gentle girl in the universe at that time, i couldnt eat i locked myself in the room, my parents didn't say anything, dinner was cooked and served we were all ushered to the dinning to eat. I forced the food because I didn't have appetite to eat, my mum was stylishly looking at me, my dad was sighing, I know i am in the hottest soup already. After our night devotion, the next thing is for us all to go to bed but that day, the routine changed I and my younger sister was asked to sit down while my two younger siblings were asked to go to bed. Then my dad threw the shocker, what happened to your result? the remaining little energy in me flew away, I became so cold that my hands and feet were shaking, with my tiny voice I replied nothing sir, then my mum shouted in my dialect "and u took 7th position what were you thinking? Wat responsibility are you so occupied with that you are bringing 7th position to meet me? I was like father lord come down and help me. In my house we start every punishment with a stool down for like 2 hoursssssss and you must change your leg😭😭😭😭😭.

After like over 2 hours of stooling down when my knees,neck,back were all cracked the beating then started, the second day i felt like disowning my parents and run to a faraway land but that isn't possible because I had no where to go I just had to accept my fate😢😢😢 and try harder next term. My mum is one kind African woman that remote will be in front of her and she will still call you to bring it for her and you dare not protest unless you want to hear the history you've never heard before. One other frustrating moment with my mum is watching the television with her, ohhhhhhhhhhh father lord, you will regret why you sat down to even watch the television in the first place especially if it's Yoruba movie, she will cite an example from the beginning of the movie till the end, that's when you will hear "can you see? that's what we are teaching you everyday, can you see the end of that girl? when we are correcting you always listen" to cut the long story short, you will listen to epistle that day. That is the family I grew up with and this has helped shapen my life into becoming a better person.

In conclusion

The trainings and teachings that we were been given by our parents that seems to us like torture are just steps into making us a better person tomorrow. To make us useful to ourselves,our parents and our societies at large. Let's take to their teachings and embrace the love they had for us, let's take to corrections to help us live a fulfilled life.

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