REFLECTION ON MY CHILDHOOD DISCIPLINE, AND HOW IT HAS BUILD ME TO BE A BETTER PERSON.
Hello, my people. Good day to you all. Thank you for dropping by my blog today. First of all, I have no regrets about the kind of discipline my sister gave me, because I'm who I am because of the kind of training I received from her.
My woman king👑
Today I'm married, and not just married, I'm also a mother of two. I really don't know how or what I could look like if not for that training she gave me. So we lost both our parents at a tender age, and we are six in number. I happen to be the last girl, which automatically means that I do the house chores more than everyone in the house.
Like, if you see the large compound that I clean all by myself, you will cry on my behalf. At a point I told them to please show me who my real parents are, because I felt like they were mistreating me too much. When we lost our parents, my elder sister took it upon herself to train us to the best of her knowledge, and I bet you she did an amazing job. Oh my God, she was like a captain leading her army in the right part.
See, among all my peers, where I grew up, I'm the only person—I mean, the only girl—who didn't have a child out of wedlock, and all thanks to my big sister. She was tough with me, and that built me into who I am today a better person. Hmm, when I was much younger, my friend had boyfriends, and I wanted to have one too, but when I remember my elder sister and her military hand, 🤣 I will just advise myself to behave well.
The woman that made me who I'm.
And one thing I love about her is that she gave us everything we needed, like she made sure we never lacked anything. And grateful for her, because at the end of the day, I became responsible because of her.
