As a child , I was calm, not very calm but calm. I wasn't stubborn or anything of that sort , I was just a child that feared being caned, I always maintained my boundaries and was very respectful to my elders.
I never like the idea of being wrongly beaten and so I tried everything within my power to stay away from issues and if ever I got beaten it was because I had a fight with my younger sister Jessy, and Jessy usually sometimes overpower me and sometimes , there is no winner and sometimes , I do get the upper hand, but that didn't mean that I was troublesome.
One time I got in trouble was when I was still in primary school. My younger sister and I returned home late , like very late from school because we decided going to the party of one of our teachers was the best decision we made.
So that week, my class teacher had a baby and me being me I was so attached , I remember I always did my class work and homework well so that she could compliment me, and she never disappointed. She always knew how to say the right words, she was the best teacher a pupil could ever ask for .
So she gave birth after carrying a big tummy for many months , even When she was not feeling well to teach she would still come to school and teach us and she would leave early if her health couldn't carry her.
So she had a baby and Normal Nigerian way , we all knew there was going to be a party , and after planning with our classmates, we were all prepared. On the day of the naming we all eagerly waited for school to close for the day, and finally it was closing time.
I and a few of our classmates strolled to her house and there the party was already in full swing. We had our seats and waited for our food and whatever was being shared to reach us. Soon we all were eating and drinking, and something about Yoruba parties is that there is no end, somehow I and a few other kids stayed behind while others left .
Soon it was just a few of us left and somehow we had lost track of time, cos it was already getting dark , that was when reality dawn on me that I had a home to go to, I was scared because my dad could have been back home cos he always came back 6pm from his place of business, I and my sister decided to pick up the pace at which we walked.
We got home and met my dad outside, he
Welcome us to lashes on our butt, apparently school had close since 1pm since it was a Friday and we had gotten home at around past 6pm , and they had been looking everywhere for us, that day I knew I cried more that my younger sister , because she was the tough one
This one day I got canned by my dad made me feel so sad because my dad never beats me because I was so calm and I always avoided trouble,I told myself that day that I would never be in any trouble to have someone caned me.
This day I can never forget …..
My response to the Hive Ghana Prompt
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