Registered: Jan 2004
chei, we don sufffer shey?. I remember once I was late to church. My mom was in the choir so they do this procession thing from outside the church. As they were slowly marching inside now, she saw me coming from a distance, my mother got out of the procession, in front of the reverend, she came and whooped my ass in front of the whole congregation. Everyone thought this woman had gone mad. And you guys know this is not just some 6 strokes spanking. Na her high heels she remove comot come dey beat me like I be goat. I was 14 years old. I will count that as one of the most embarrassing moments of my life.
Another time, she told me to cook, I was cooking and watching tv at the same time, the food got burnt. I was trying to explain when I felt something hit me. I swear I went blind for a few minutes. When I came to, I found out it was proper backhand she gave me, my head spunned like the exorcist and hit the wall. It took a couple of weeks for the knot in my head to go down. It looked like I grew a horn on the side of my head.
My father was no exception, this man beat me with the stump of a machete and broke my wrist once during environmental sanitation, I didn't come outside to work. He took me to the hospital after that. In retrospect, all these things are funny now, shit, they were funny then. Stories plenty...can anyone remember the anticipation of the beating?. Those times that you wait to get spanked?. My parents worked from 8-4. If you were due for a spanking that afternoon, at about 2pm, you start to work out. Stretch, jog around the house, trying to gear yourself up for when they come home.
I think that form of discipline DID have an effect on us. It taught us how to cover our tracks better. It taught us how to come up with fool-proof lies, how to be more sneaky. After a while, we got immune to the punishment, at least I did. I didn't care if I got in trouble, anymore. My MO was, "what, I will get spanked, I will cry for a few minutes, if at all, and it will all be over in no time, that should in no way prevent me from sneaking out of the house". And off I went. When I was about 15, I stopped flinching. No matter how hard I was spanked, I wouldn't cry or flinch. It was partly out of defiance and partly out of the fact that my body had built a resistance, over time, to spanking.
My mother wised up to that and adopted the punishment of "talking". The kind of speeches that will make you think about your life, boy did I hate those. There were times that I just ask to be spanked instead. She never raised her voice, she will calmly explain your whole life to you starting from the day you were conceived, that quickly made me sorry for whatever it was that I did.
I guess like everyone said, each household is different. Some parents spank more out of anger than anything else. They want to put the fear of God in you (as my dear mother use to say), and let you know, without a doubt who is boss. . "bo y'emi ni mo bi e ni o, bi iwo lo bi mi ni o, e nu e la jo wa yen (We shall see who is the mother and who is the child between you and I) , lol. Kai, that woman had it in for me.
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