MzMariah: Lol. Mine would check if the television is hot and once it is he will be like " instead of us to be reading our books we are busy watching television' chai, see beating He once saw my siata coming back from school at Maryland bus stop with a boy who was just her classmate heading to the same direction, he was driving so she didn't she him. that day he woke her by midnight, beat shege comot for her body, pour her pepper, cut her hair... We feared him even more than God. My brother calls him a lion then, he would say ' I don't know why mum married this lion' ....chai, even when I entered school, If I want to go out in the evening I would feel dad was watching me I still fear him till tomorrow even tho he is not as harsh/strict as before.

Kanwulia: Well, mine was strict.
They are all the same. Taking out their frustrations on their children for being children.
But I now understand that like MANY OTHER AFRICAN PARENTS. . . he was just frustrated with life in NIGERIA.
Most of the 'strictness' you see in many parents is all about 'BROKE WEATHER'!
No pepper for pocket!

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Same Here. My dad and mum once saw my class mate (a boy) and I walk down the bus stop after school hour. Unknown to us, my dad and mum had arranged some mechanics under the bridge (charity bus stop oshodi) to beat the boy. Before I could say Jesus is Lord, my class mate had been surrounded by the mechanics under the bridge. Omo see beating. My parent dragged me away from their midst. I was so helpless. I couldn't do anything. My mum even slapped Femi. When the boys were through, my dad hijacked femi on his school uniform, and took him back to the barracks (school). Getting to the school, my dad reported Femi to the soldiers in school. My Dad lied. My Dad told the soldiers that Femi took me out of the school. My Dad ordered the Soldiers to cane Femi and I. We were given 14 strokes of Koboko right at my parents presence. After that, Femi was taken into the guard room. We left the barrack straight to our family doctor clinic. My mum told our doctor that she brought me for Virginity test. That I was seen with a boy earlier that day. The doctor told my mum to excuse us, and he asked if I had done anything, and I told him NO. He believed me. He asked me to go. He told my mum that my Virginity was still intact. We went back home. On getting home, my mum and dad reported me to neighbours around. Our church members and Pastors were not left out as my parent told another version of the story. That night I was separated from my siblings. I was quarantined for two weeks. I was in the store for two weeks. I didn't go to school. I ate once a day. My parents told my siblings I was possessed with a demon and the demon needed to be casted out before I could regain my freedom again. My brother and sisters felt pity for me. When they go to school, they will buy me snacks and whenever my parents were not at home, they will pass it through the window for me to eat. I wrote an apology note to Femi to forgive me. My friends wrote back to me telling me of how much they had missed me. Sometimes my friends sents me food to eat. Femi never replied my notes. Femi had already told the whole school of what my parent did to him. I later heard that his father bailed him out from the guard room. Femi father waited for the return of his son, but he never returned. Out of fear, the father went to the school only to be told that his son was in the guard room. Hmmm, going back to the school was my night mare. I just didn't know how to face the school. Two weeks was over. I was free again. I became a celebrity over night. Friends and neighbors wanted to know what happened. I got dressed to school, on getting to the barrack, I just didn't know if I should go into the school or go back home. At the same time, I wasn't ready to quit my secondary education. I summoned courage to proceed with the encouragement I got from my bestie. I got to the class, all eyes on me. For weeks I was nervous. I was mocked. To my disappointment, Femi made mockery of me most. He told all the guys to stay away from me if not, they should be ready for an acid bath. My life never remained the same till I left the school as no one never wanted to associate themself with me except for my bestie. I owe her one!

MzMariah: Awwww...I'm so sorry.my sister even fell sick after everything. Imagine pouring pepper all over somebody, my dad made sure it entered her. private part, it was painful because she was innocent, they were just classmates.

Today I'm a graduate but I still fear my dad like hell. All through my 5 years in school there were things I would want to do and I will feel my dad watching. Friends would invite me for birthday party and I will be like what if sad calls me what will I say how will I pick? Then, the fear of my dad was the beginning of wisdom for me.

RedBenson:

Happy sunday. How is your service going?

MzMariah: Fine thank you.

LMAyedun: My Dad was very strict.
ThankGod & him for those EXPLANATORY, FORMATTING & RESOUNDING SLAPS.


R I P Dad!

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Same Here. My dad and mum once saw my class mate (a boy) and I walk down the bus stop after school hour. Unknown to us, my dad and mum had arranged some mechanics under the bridge (charity bus stop oshodi) to beat the boy. Before I could say Jesus is Lord, my class mate had been surrounded by the mechanics under the bridge. Omo see beating. My parent dragged me away from their midst. I was so helpless. I couldn't do anything. My mum even slapped Femi. When the boys were through, my dad hijacked femi on his school uniform, and took him back to the barracks (school). Getting to the school, my dad reported Femi to the soldiers in school. My Dad lied. My Dad told the soldiers that Femi took me out of the school. My Dad ordered the Soldiers to cane Femi and I. We were given 14 strokes of Koboko right at my parents presence. After that, Femi was taken into the guard room. We left the barrack straight to our family doctor clinic. My mum told our doctor that she brought me for Virginity test. That I was seen with a boy earlier that day. The doctor told my mum to excuse us, and he asked if I had done anything, and I told him NO. He believed me. He asked me to go. He told my mum that my Virginity was still intact. We went back home. On getting home, my mum and dad reported me to neighbours around. Our church members and Pastors were not left out as my parent told another version of the story. That night I was separated from my siblings. I was quarantined for two weeks. I was in the store for two weeks. I didn't go to school. I ate once a day. My parents told my siblings I was possessed with a demon and the demon needed to be casted out before I could regain my freedom again. My brother and sisters felt pity for me. When they go to school, they will buy me snacks and whenever my parents were not at home, they will pass it through the window for me to eat. I wrote an apology note to Femi to forgive me. My friends wrote back to me telling me of how much they had missed me. Sometimes my friends sents me food to eat. Femi never replied my notes. Femi had already told the whole school of what my parent did to him. I later heard that his father bailed him out from the guard room. Femi father waited for the return of his son, but he never returned. Out of fear, the father went to the school only to be told that his son was in the guard room. Hmmm, going back to the school was my night mare. I just didn't know how to face the school. Two weeks was over. I was free again. I became a celebrity over night. Friends and neighbors wanted to know what happened. I got dressed to school, on getting to the barrack, I just didn't know if I should go into the school or go back home. At the same time, I wasn't ready to quit my secondary education. I summoned courage to proceed with the encouragement I got from my bestie. I got to the class, all eyes on me. For weeks I was nervous. I was mocked. To my disappointment, Femi made mockery of me most. He told all the guys to stay away from me if not, they should be ready for an acid bath. My life never remained the same till I left the school as no one never wanted to associate themself with me except for my bestie. I owe her one!

Petra23: My dad ws smfyn x.. goin tru ma contacts,msgs,no bf,no playn wit d oppst sex.. T ws so frustrating dat i had to get anoda sim in oda to communicate wit ma Cutie n smtymx i jst fnd masef hatin him so mch n hatin ma lyf as well cus i had no freedm vn wn i ws outa skul awedy.. Bt stl, he's d best dad cus he knws ow to spend on us ,carin n vry playful as well.. Luv him lots n yapi he's nt as strict as he was wt me in d past...

Evathyst: baba, u don get am finish. Na economic situation dey bring out d 'animal' in most Dads. As in my own eh, if him get money, he will behave lyk Oyibo Daddy. I rmbr him takin us to trade fair, National Theatre, Bar-Beach, Amusement Park, nd many other better places 4 Lagos. At times self to show his happiness, he wil organise story telling contest, wrestling match, football match, quiz nd debate inside our small parlour. Bt anytime He's broke, o boi, everybody 4 house dey fear am lyk person wey get ebola. By dt tym, only one slap is enof to reset all doz happy moments he has given us to factory settings. My Dad can flog? He can scold? Nd He doesn't 4get one's wrongdoing(one tin I hate abt him). Other Pple's Dad may be better, bt 4me,he's d best.

MissMeiya: These stories are scary.

I'm my daddy's princess. He calls me "my heart" in our language. We're always talking and laughing. My life goal to make him proud of me. My grade for him is 200%. My daddy...

Godson201333:


Please change this your Moniker unless you are truly a truckpusher!

AdeniyiA:
him dey afraid say dis guy fit beat me nd take him truck carry me go troway ...

Truckpusher: Of course I am

Tashamania:

Truckpusher:

Truckpushing is a nice job, you know?

Just lemme know if you've got some trash down there lemme help you out and clean it up.

pinkytee: Hmmm,my own dad is abacha of his time jst as my friends call him,he is so strict that he choose friends for I and my siblings,thou I knw it for our good because he was scared their influence will affect us,bt I grow up to love him for that

daveP:
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Hiorhiorhiorhior



That was really funny Dave.

My Father was only strict when we lied or kept the house untidy or went to see our street friends and stayed out long. I remember him threatening to cut of my toes and spanking beneath my feet.
I think its part of the reason I'm a truthsayer , a tidier, and an indoor person.

Now that we're all grown up, Dad's the sweetest ever The fact that he spent most of his adult years sojourning different countries might be a major reason he didn't fall into "Strict Dads" Category, I think.

It will also suffice to say again that I, am my Father's Daughter

daveP: (smooches beard and looks up tyo the hills)

i thank da Lord for you popsy.......ahem


Now popC jst looked kinda wicked in expression when we were growing up, so we glued to our mum.even when we were wrong about him. Twas d abacha regime dat made that expression though.

So we 4 had d thought that he was wicked. When mumC begin show us shege for every wrong we did( lie, stubborn, collect and eat birthday gifts without them seeing it,etc) she caned us with SPATULA OF DIFF KINDS. We started hiding spatulas and one house-cleaning day, we saw 29spatulas of diff sizes that we've forgotten in 3yrs between KG and pry3!!!!

No body teach us Reset Mode.

PopC only uses words.never used the cane,even though he cut some fresh stick, its for decoration.cos we'l hid it.

*me or any of ma bros*

me: i need 50naira
popc: for WHAT?
me: i want to buy pencil
popc: How about d one u had before.
Me: im coming
popc and where is that
me: to dele's house
popc: WHO is dele? WHEN did you know him,

bottomline is expect WHAT, WHAT FOR, WHERE, WHEN, HOW, WHO, WHOM alot if you arent straightforwrd.


Then i change my childish perception of my dad when he made a teacher sacked for brutalizing the hell outta me

maths teacher was a tall man.i was in jss2,i failed his test 4/10. So all those that score must lie flat on d desk as he registers 5strokes of his thick cane on your back. If you intruded,or fell, he'l start all over( i wonder why he was dat wicked)

i fell 3times after collect just 1stroke. He packed aside till i was d last. And he gave me i cried form 2nd break till closing. Ghen ghen!!!

Popc came home seeing mumC dey rob my back with rob, aboniki,etc. His usual 'what, who, why, when' questions popped up. I was afraid already. He came to school d next day and i was called by d principal to display my maths teachers 'TRADEMARKS' on my back. The Principal was silent and i was dismissed. The two days later, the teacher was sacked. Twas then i sabi say Popc no be wetin we dey think before.

Although the who, whats, whens,hows still continue till date.... I Thank tha Lord for his life. MumC don cooleh after that incident.

After reading the above, na then i know say my Ol mad did great. More words,and leaving d disciplining of rods/spatulas to my mum( hmm u go fear o)





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