REALITY101:

Absolutely no to regret. My Dad and Mom were so liberal, But My dad did little on sex education part for the guys while mom to my 2 sisters. We always have some friends over during holiday and thanksgiving and some weekends. Although eating outside ie neighbors house was bad idea not because they forbided it, but we just didn't like it.

fender:

Guy go sleep.wetin u dey form. if we check your back now na designers full am from incessant beatings. Mcheew!!

fender:

Guy go sleep.wetin u dey form. [b]if we check your back now na designers full am from incessant beatings. Mcheew!![/b]

Hehehehehe. .LWKMD

Y was it so difficult for Nigerian parents to[b] talk and reason [/b] with their kids instead of using violence and abusive words,

okunoba:

If beating kids made them better as adults Nigerians would be the most law abiding people in the World, we wouldn`t have a society dominated by dishonesty and corruption. All the abuse disguised as disciplining children is part of the reason the country is ripe with all forms of injustice, brutality and dishonesty. We learnt it all from our wretched upbringing, that culture of abuse called love by some who are still in denial.  We are bound to violence, everywhee in our upbringing there is that touch of violence.  I resent the violence inflicted on children in Nigeria by the so called love ones. As they say violence breeds violence. Y was it so difficult for Nigerian parents to talk and reason with their kids instead of using violence and abusive words, it`s no surprise even on Nairaland many of us find it impossible to discuss issues without resulting to abusive words.

aktunde:

My dad would never say sorry to any of his child even though he later realized he has beaten you unjustly. Even if its obvious he has realized his own mistake, his face will still portray "and so 4cking what"?. I just hate this. Even if he is feeling too big to say sorry, at least he can show some remorse or find a way of pulling you closer. But for my old man, na lie! He has always been like that even till date.

Between 2007-April 2010, the relationship between my dad and I went so sour beyond our imagination. He told me he needed a broker, and my friend who is a banker recommended a stock broker to me. I connected the stock broker to my dad, and they initiated some stock transactions. Eventually, that stock broker sold some of my dad's shares without his consent, and tried to hide the evidence. He didn't give him his cssc statement for two years so that my dad would't find out. He kept telling him stories. He played my dad till re resigned from that stock brokerage firm and couldn't be traced. He resigned without telling my dad even though he managed my dad's account. By the time my dad eventually got his statement through another stock broker, my dad discovered that lots of his shares had been sold without his consent. His total losses was above 1million naira.

My dad contacted his siblings (my uncles and aunts) and told them I had connived with an outsider to dupe him. I was made a black ship of the family. I couldn't even go near any family member again because they all see me as a dupe. It broke my heart so much that my dad couldn't even trust me again. Only mum mom and siblings maintained their trust in me. Eventually, my elder brother, myself and my dad went to the cscs, the registrars office and the headquarters of the stock brokerage firm. Eventually, we found out the stock broker and the company registrar did the whole arm to my dad.

The most annoying thing is that my dad didn't even say sorry for my name that he had robbed in the mud among the family members. Till date, I'm not even sure he had try to convince his siblings that I am innocent. He just walked away as if nothing happened. I have forgiven him, even when he didn't say sorry or apologies. But I am not sure I love him as much as before again.

omar22:

The day my mum caught me in a pool / betting shop, she nearly broke every single bone on my body with "the eba stick"

mädchen:

I am so glad that people are not expressing things that seem real to me. This has nothing to do with being Nigerian or not , we are all human beings. A lot of stories I have read here are over the top! Most of them are abuse, and there is really nothing funny about it. And to just automatically say that it is the Nigerian way of life is just not cutting it for me.

I agree that many people will need therapy, for the ways they were brought up, some people are stronger, they can repress the memory so it doesnt affect them. And being a good parent has nothing to do with modernism!!!!! TALK to your kids, they are HUMAN BEINGS, being a parent doesnt give anyone the right to act like a god in the house and LORD over the kids. Its just sick.

Horayce:

Things your parents did that were wrong probably include not teaching you correct English

davidylan:

Leaving the UK for Nigeria when my mum was 7 months pregnant with me!

Kilode?!:

Yea! and making you queue for a visa when all you needed was a passport?

bad bad parents. What were they thinking sef?  

davidylan:

i asked my mother that question one day and she just stared at me and said it was done out of ignorance. Poor woman.

Kilode?!:

ROFLMAO

I did too, she said they were really young, patriotic and hopefully those days. O pity!

davidylan:

her best friend travelled to the US about the same period she moved to the UK and had her first child there. The woman has since become a US citizen courtesy of the boy . . . my mom now regrets her decision.

What happens is that when Dad goes out, I'll go and watch and when he has driven his bike into the compound, I'll not be able climb the stairs in the compound down. What i'll do is jump from the 1st storey and Gbam!! on the floor.

On this fateful day, i did not do my maths well so did not know he has not strolled into the compound. So without even looking[b] i jumped as usual and this time i jumped right in front of dad[/b]. Lol,  I'll never forget that experience. I'll even tell it to my kids.

Laughed for like 20mins but in my mind it was 'i don die today, my own don finish,