Growing up I avoided things that would lead to me getting punished, whatever act I engaged in I did with consciousness, my mum isn't the type that flogs but then the punishment you'd receive would be more than the strokes of a cane you'd received.
So talking about the worst punishment I've ever received from my mum was locking me outside the house for hours. Whenever I reminisce back I'd just smile and be like my mum did me dirty. As a teenager there was this friend I had, most weekends I'd go to her place and stay for hours, without the thought of going home early, my mum would always send my elder brother to come get me, and when I got home she would warn me never to stay out late again at the moment I'll second but after that time I'd find myself doing the same thing.
She would tell me that the friend I'm always going to visit doesn't even come to my house to play with me but I'm always going there to play, on the other hand, I was just nodding pretending like I was listening but then in my heart it felt like my mum wants to destroy my friendship. So I continued visiting my friend at weekends and my brother would always come to get me when it was late.
So one faithful day I stayed out at my friend's place, my friend's mother came to me and asked if I wouldn't go home because it was getting late I boldly told her my brother would be coming to get me, I stayed for extra hours didn't see my brother, so my friend's mum escorted me to my house, knocked at the door, my mum came out greeted her nicely, wholely accepted me into the house, I wish I'd known something was up " dont trust African parents" when my friend's mum left our house, my mum walked up to me, asked me to go clean my shoes outside and I was like I cleaned it before entering the house, she replied no you didn't clean I saw you very well when you entered, to let peace reign over the argument I went outside before I could bend down to clean my shoes, my mum entered back into the house and locked the door, I thought cause of mosquitoes so maybe when I'm done and knock she would open up.
So I was done cleaning my shoes, I knocked no response, knocked again no response and my mum knew very well I was afraid of the dark, then I started crying and knocking, still no response, I got very scared, everywhere was dark and I'm the only one outside, fear of the dark gripped me and I started imagining all sort of scary things happening in horror movies then I screamed, thought my mum would come up but she didn't, the only way was for me to beg then I kneeled and started begging, telling her I won't stay out late again not even late, I'd never go to my friend's place again that I've learned my lesson, after saying all these my mum didn't come out.
Poor me was just outside my house, fighting with mosquitoes, crying and pleading at the same time, then finally I heard the sound of the door opening as soon as I saw my mum I ran inside as if someone was after me, she came In and I kneeled and told her I'll never repeat it even in my next life.
From that moment till I became an adult, I didn't stay out late, in fact, I rarely go out except I'm running errands for my elder ones aside from that my legs always stay in the house. I learned staying out late at that stage of my life wasn't good cause I was way too young, I got to understand better why my mum always wanted me around and not go out.
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