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One evening, I had done something wrong at home and my mother got so angry with me. I was at that age when parents use words to redirect your life since they couldn't discipline you in the Nigerian way anymore. "Keep on misbehaving, I was your age when I gave birth to you..
Those words pierced my heart. I still remember them. I went to sit somewhere to analyse it. I used to have an older brother who was some three years older. So this woman had her first child when she was three years younger than I was...
Then she had two children when she was my age at that moment.I became consious of myself. Would I had acted the way I did if I had two children already? What was she not telling me? I was out of secondary school. There wasn't a dime allocated for university education and probably
she was expecting me to get a job and support the family. I get that. It's like that everywhere. But why would she leave me wasting all those while? Maybe because she wanted me to enjoy my childhood, I wouldn't know. But those words straoghtened my croocked ways.
You don't need to know me as a child, I was the stubborn introvert who would say yes to you and still carry out my in
Intentions. Everybody knows that. I was the lazy and clueless one who would rather be on the field playing ball all day rather than washing my clothes. I have always been school smart, that area was insured even if I spend the who term playing, I'd still beat everyone in a test.
But life was catching up. I started noticing girls. I started living conciously but still wasteful. Until those words came out of her mouth. I dropped out a lot. I dropped out of almost everything. Even the ones I had been enthusiastic about..
