MrsMusty:
My aunt used to live in front of our house nd my mum, my sister nd I used to go dere in d evening weneva we got bored. On one of dose evenings we were dere nd my mum sent me home to do smtin. One evil spirit boy now cornered me nd was toasting, holding my hands... That was exactly how my dad caught us. In front of our house,@nyt, in d shadows, holding hands. I chop better cane dat day. He flogged me for hours!

luminouz:
Oh..mine was an April Fool's prank...on my way home from school..I bought eggs,dirtied my clothes, used
bandages from school clinic which I stained with red ink. Some yards to the house,i cracked the eggs ,put them in my mouth and let em dribble down my chin. With a mudafvcked up look on my face,I entered the sitting room and fell down screaming 'mummy'. Unfortunately,mumsy was with a friend and on seeing me they both yelled and came running. I allowed them to yank me up and I opened my EYES and yelled 'April fool' with egg yolk dribbling everywhere. Their reactions were instantaneous and synchronized as if they rehearsed it beforehand. They both dropped me and I never saw the two slaps(mum-forehand,her friend backhand) till they exploded in my face. The slap-fest continued from both women till around after the 10th slap,my mumsy now remembered say I be her pikin and snarled at the other woman saying 'do u think ur beating a goat ni'? And she punctuated it with another slap. I couldn't sleep that night cuz my face looked like I was stung by a 1000 bees. For 3 days after,my brothers dey call me 'puff puff' face!

Funkybabee:




Haaaa u never see factory reset beating eh...never in ur life do it again

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

Opistorincos:
Mine was the day i stole my dad's money and bought phone with it. Baba came to school, stripped me to my undies and tossed me in the car. He gave me the option of telling him the truth before we get home and waiving the impending doom but my stronghead didn't allow me to see the sense in it. He whipped the evil spirit out of me, he then locked me in the storage room stark naked with no food till late in the night when mom returned to rescue my exhausted self.

Kokaine:
The worst beating of my life so far wasn't even by my parents. It was by a girl in primary school called Sandra. Federal staff school to be precise. So if you are that girl and you are reading this, just know I am still finding it difficult to forgive you. I remember what happened just like yesterday. You need to apologise.

I remember my mum just bought me a new blue shuttle bag with fresh scent in primary two. We were seat mates. And she mistakenly touched the bag. It fell from the table where I kept it. I picked her bag and threw it on the floor in retaliation. (Although I regret doing that)

This witch immediately forgot that she fell mine first. Then she picked mine and started cleaning the floor with it. Some Boys started wailing and booing from the back. Although I can't remember them, I know ikay, Michael and enofe must have been among the jobless boys that liked watching fight. Mumu me! I picked challenge and pushed Sandra.

Brothers and sisters, if I'm told Sandra is a transgender male boxer today I won't doubt it. The way she beat me ehn, the worst aspect was in how long the fight lasted. Unnecessarily long! Those fools didnt even think of separating us. They kept cheering and booing. And our teacher that should have separated was not in class. I needed help from Sandra. She had this love for cleaning classroom floors from what I can see because she used my face to mop the floor.

Although I can't remember her face exactly but I recall she plaited all back, and had small marks on her face. Please help me find Sandra (primary 2b, federal staff school Benin city. 1995) Please find Sandra. I need to forgive her!!!

luminouz:
Oh..mine was an April Fool's prank...on my way home from school..I bought eggs,dirtied my clothes, used
bandages from school clinic which I stained with red ink. Some yards to the house,i cracked the eggs ,put them in my mouth and let em dribble down my chin. With a mudafvcked up look on my face,I entered the sitting room and fell down screaming 'mummy'. Unfortunately,mumsy was with a friend and on seeing me they both yelled and came running. I allowed them to yank me up and I opened my EYES and yelled 'April fool' with egg yolk dribbling everywhere. Their reactions were instantaneous and synchronized as if they rehearsed it beforehand. They both dropped me and I never saw the two slaps(mum-forehand,her friend backhand) till they exploded in my face. The slap-fest continued from both women till around after the 10th slap,my mumsy now remembered say I be her pikin and snarled at the other woman saying 'do u think ur beating a goat ni'? And she punctuated it with another slap. I couldn't sleep that night cuz my face looked like I was stung by a 1000 bees. For 3 days after,my brothers dey call me 'puff puff' face!

Kokaine:
The worst beating of my life so far wasn't even by my parents. It was by a girl in primary school called Sandra. Federal staff school to be precise. So if you are that girl and you are reading this, just know I am still finding it difficult to forgive you. I remember what happened just like yesterday. You need to apologise.

I remember my mum just bought me a new blue shuttle bag with fresh scent in primary two. We were seat mates. And she mistakenly touched the bag. It fell from the table where I kept it. I picked her bag and threw it on the floor in retaliation. (Although I regret doing that)

This witch immediately forgot that she fell mine first. Then she picked mine and started cleaning the floor with it. Some Boys started wailing and booing from the back. Although I can't remember them, I know ikay, Michael and enofe must have been among the jobless boys that liked watching fight. Mumu me! I picked challenge and pushed Sandra.

Brothers and sisters, if I'm told Sandra is a transgender male boxer today I won't doubt it. The way she beat me ehn, the worst aspect was in how long the fight lasted. Unnecessarily long! Those fools didnt even think of separating us. They kept cheering and booing. And our teacher that should have separated was not in class. I needed help from Sandra. She had this love for cleaning classroom floors from what I can see because she used my face to mop the floor.

Although I can't remember her face exactly but I recall she plaited all back, and had small marks on her face. Please help me find Sandra (primary 2b, federal staff school Benin city. 1995) Please find Sandra. I need to forgive her!!!

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

daddymummy:
The worst beating was when i and other students went to pluck mango in the ravine when i was in sec sch.It was a taboo to go to the ravine as a boarder.As we were plucking the mango,our compound master came with one useless women and saw us.He asked us to kneel down and was about to flog us on the hands.But the woman insisted we must be flogged on our back.She told the man that she would not have sex with the man unless the man flog our bare back.The man asked us to remove our shirts and started beating our back.But when he reached six strokes,the useless woman said the man should continue beating us until we cry.She said it gives her pleasure to see males crying.The first boy cried after 20 strokes,the second boy cried after about 10 strokes.But since i dont used to cry,the man continue beating me up to 65 strokes until my back was flowing with blood.It was then i cried.The useless woman then smiled and asked the man to follow her to go and have sex in the man's house.She said the man has bought the sex with our tears

daddymummy:
The worst beating was when i and other students went to pluck mango in the ravine when i was in sec sch.It was a taboo to go to the ravine as a boarder.As we were plucking the mango,our compound master came with one useless women and saw us.He asked us to kneel down and was about to flog us on the hands.But the woman insisted we must be flogged on our back.She told the man that she would not have sex with the man unless the man flog our bare back.The man asked us to remove our shirts and started beating our back.But when he reached six strokes,the useless woman said the man should continue beating us until we cry.She said it gives her pleasure to see males crying.The first boy cried after 20 strokes,the second boy cried after about 10 strokes.But since i dont used to cry,the man continue beating me up to 65 strokes until my back was flowing with blood.It was then i cried.The useless woman then smiled and asked the man to follow her to go and have sex in the man's house.She said the man has bought the sex with our tears

Mariangeles:


What demon possessed you to think that that was a good humour idea ??

Thobiy:

Ahh Ahha, Pepper In The Eyes And Private Part, Small Small With The Lie Now. I Can Boldly Say It, No Be Your Momma Born You. I Guess You Are An Adopted Child.

daddymummy:
The worst beating was when i and other students went to pluck mango in the ravine when i was in sec sch.It was a taboo to go to the ravine as a boarder.As we were plucking the mango,our compound master came with one useless women and saw us.He asked us to kneel down and was about to flog us on the hands.But the woman insisted we must be flogged on our back.She told the man that she would not have sex with the man unless the man flog our bare back.The man asked us to remove our shirts and started beating our back.But when he reached six strokes,the useless woman said the man should continue beating us until we cry.She said it gives her pleasure to see males crying.The first boy cried after 20 strokes,the second boy cried after about 10 strokes.But since i dont used to cry,the man continue beating me up to 65 strokes until my back was flowing with blood.It was then i cried.The useless woman then smiled and asked the man to follow her to go and have sex in the man's house.She said the man has bought the sex with our tears

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.

Tblesd:
U must b new generation children. Things we do in Yoruba land normal thing

Thobiy:

Ahh Ahha, Pepper In The Eyes And Private Part, Small Small With The Lie Now. I Can Boldly Say It, No Be Your Momma Born You. I Guess You Are An Adopted Child.