Welcome to my blog and another wonderful edition of the Hive Learners' featured post. While growing up as kids, we all had our different experiences, some of which are relatable and some of which are not.
I had one of the best childhood memories, but that does not mean there were no bad sides. Sometimes we have the best parents who are there to spice up our childhood, but you are not always around them, and there are people out there in the society who are there to mess up your childhood without thinking twice.
Our childhood is what molds us into whatever we are today or will be tomorrow. Childhood is what makes a man or woman; it's very difficult to see a person with a messed up childhood acting right in society. My parents were strict but still gave us the freedom we needed; we could talk and play around but were only punished when we crossed our limits.
My parents showed me all the love on earth; they ensured I was always happy but did not bother to know how things were with me in school. During my primary school days, I was very small, and I had a very big guy in class who everyone was scared of. This guy always picked on me, making sure I never enjoyed any day in school.
Every day I tried to make sure I didn't go to school just to escape Dennis, who was like a thorn in my flesh. But my parents will still force me to go to school, and I could not open up to them and let them know what my problem is.
To date, I have never heard my parents quarrel or raise their voices at each other, but that does not mean they don't have misunderstandings. The thing is, they control themselves and try not to let us see them quarrel. We are adults now, and we can see that sometimes they vibe low-key and don't relate as much as they normally do.
It is no news that African parents find it very difficult to apologize and compliment their kids. Imagine I came second in class sometime ago, and all my mom could say was, "The student that came first, does he have two heads?" Does he pay the school fee more than you? to date, it still hurts me.
Most parents fail to understand that their kids also deserve some appreciation and apologies when the need arises. I don't know what they see apologizing to their kid as.
I am really grateful to God for my parents; they don't throw insults at you. They even find it hard to raise their voice at you not to talk more insults; they prefer using rods. As a result of how strict they were on us, even a stare from them sent a message 😂.
I was at a friend's house once, and his mom was so good at raining insults on him that nothing broke me more than the fact she was doing it right before us and his younger sister.
Thanks for reading my post.
