Buzzberii:
What reason do I have to lie even my mum never forgets it for ur info am her first child

LtCZAR:
I was in SS1, One government school in Oriade, Old Ojo Road. When my Dad came to school to look for me and went straight to the staff room asking of me, that am a science student. He was told by the teachers that I was in Art Class. They called me and I saw His face, with the look of, they are lying on you Abi.
I confirmed it to him I was in Art Class truly.
Throughout that semester before I go to school, my dad would give me morning dose 10 strokes daily.

kingolovich:


Do you regret being an Art student?

teacherbim:
#Theworstbeatingofmylife happened in 1999 when I just finished my Waec and I was expecting letter from Waec because I also enrolled for G. C. E. On that unfortunate day,when I got home from lesson,I entered the room met my dad eating EBa, I greeted him but he didn't answer, he later asked me if I was expecting any letter I said yes, I was expecting a letter, my dad nodded his head and said very good, he handed the letter to me, called my elder brother and he asked me to start reading it loud, the letter was from a class mate of mine in Secondary school, it was a love letter, I started stuttering so dad was angry that at that age I'd started doing rubbish with boys, that he would show me pepper and that was the year I clocked 18yrs when I remember that, I told my dad'' daddy but it is an offense to open my letter because I've already clocked 18yrs.omg!that 18yrs I said was like a bomb with the EBa and ewedu hand, my dad gave me three thundering slaps and was asking what my age was, I kept saying pry 6,not quite long my mom came bk from market and asked what was happening my dad explained to him that I said I'd already clock 18yrs so I can fornicate with boys any how, ha! Mammi shouted aye mi nibs kilon he 18yrs,i received beating with her rubber slippers till it got cut. My dad later took me to my uncle that lived in the next street, immediately we got there my dad explained to him that I said I had clocked 18yrs oooo so I could fornicate with boys anyhow and that my uncle is very educated, he was also like 18 yes ke, meaning what? he called out his son to get him Koboko that was when the wife stopped him that he should not beat me at all. I can never forget the besting I received that and till now my elder brother still call me aunty 18yrs. Oh! African parents are tough and wonderful but I'm trying so hard not to be too tough on my kids

LtCZAR:
I was in SS1, One government school in Oriade, Old Ojo Road. When my Dad came to school to look for me and went straight to the staff room asking of me, that am a science student. He was told by the teachers that I was in Art Class. They called me and I saw His face, with the look of, they are lying on you Abi.
I confirmed it to him I was in Art Class truly.
Throughout that semester before I go to school, my dad would give me morning dose 10 strokes daily.
lol meaning he wanted you to be a science student but you wanted to be an Arts student?

LtCZAR:
I was in SS1, One government school in Oriade, Old Ojo Road. When my Dad came to school to look for me and went straight to the staff room asking of me, that am a science student. He was told by the teachers that I was in Art Class. They called me and I saw His face, with the look of, they are lying on you Abi.
I confirmed it to him I was in Art Class truly.
Throughout that semester before I go to school, my dad would give me morning dose 10 strokes daily.

Buzzberii:
Hmmmm I was in pry 3 when I took #10 from mum's purse to buy Mr goody goody chai mum beat me like I'm a criminal used razor blade to cut me put pepper in my eyes and private parts after several pleas from neighbours she left me but continued at night I picked pen (punishment) till dawn. After that incident I don't touch people's things without permission

Elliot2:
Have you ever been in that difficult shit you wish you had the remote for time so u could rewind or fast forward it in order to delete those moments? Ok. There was this small open-ground we normally went out to play football;however,there is a low fenced compound that overlooks it. We had been warned several times by the owner of the house not to play ball there as it always goes into the compound,which we normal jump over and collect it. So,on this particular day, it happened that Devil did a Job job on me—I played the ball and it went into the compound. As it was customary, I must be the one to go pick it. So as I jumped over the fence and paced to collect it...brothers and sisters...what I saw looking at me caused me to literary faint. I saw the full family of over 15 people staring at me— and among them is a military guy(landlord's son). At that moment,I saw my spirit leaving me while waving at my soulless body. I could tell it was saying something too to me,but I couldn't really hear it—but as a linguist that i am now,I believe it was saying "Elliot see gbese" or "see gobe". So,in front of me is one big pot of soup,and a ball inside of it. To cut the story short, the young but fiercely looking guy took me by his side, unclad me to my pant n drag me to my house. Somehow I was glad he was taking me to my house; I thought my mom would plead on my behalf. But lo n behold, my mom denied knowing me. This guy now took me back to their compound to give me the kind of beating that I have never had. It was after then when i got home, the first thing my mom said after sighting me was that my food was ready and that she had bought paracetamol. I no fit shout, I was so damn angry eh! Funny enough,now that I am all grown with enough beards me n d said guy r friends.

kaziblake:
Mine was when I told my dad that my grandma was a witch and that she initiated me into it so I have extraordinary power .My dad believed it and ran away same with my siblings,I said it because then my grandma was very wicked, she beat me and tell my mum awful things about me..I later confessed that it was a lie and that day I saw hell, everyone was beating me that I caused confusion at home.

spiralwedge:
The summary of this thread is that Nigerian parents are the most violent. I was expecting to read beatings from the streets, teachers, friends, strangers or even police.

Thobiy:

Mhen Your Mum Is Damn Brutal, What If You Die As A Result Of The Injury, I Just Don't Want To Believe This And That Was Why I Said You Were Not Her Child, Sorry If I Have Offended You By My Utterance .


I Will Like To Meet Your Mum Personally To Confirm.

Paentera:


This is so traumatic

omojesu202:
that moi moi own ehnn...

if it was me, my mum will not still beat me, she will just say go n carry your food.
i can't remember that woman ever beating me

femi4:
you still look like one

kaziblake:
I don't blame you.