Growing up was tough because authoritarian parents are common for African children. It's typical of how
our parents "punished" us, how they raised us, and how they work to develop us into educated individuals.
As we got older, we all realized we had something in common. A traumatizing childhood. Sad, yes? Due
to my parents, I didn't really have a childhood when I was a child. They were really rigid and forbade
their kids from enjoying as much fun as they should. They tried to instil in us the fear that playing outside
would be dangerous. They're not entirely wrong, I suppose, but we felt safer outside than inside. I'll
explain why.
Our family was filled with physical, emotional, verbal, and psychological abuse. Some of you would
assume they were punishing us. No. There is a significant distinction between discipline and abuse. But there is no such thing as abuse in Nigeria. Just tough punishment. No discipline should subject a child to psychological suffering. Why should your own child be afraid of you? When I say my parents, I'm
referring to my father. I've never loved him since I can remember. He wasn't even liked. I was glad when
he left for work, and I was happy even if he just left the house for 20 minutes. I still feel the same way
about him. I hoped I didn't have a father. He's only a ghost that happens to live in the same house as mine.
But that doesn't imply my mum was without flaws. She, too, played a role in my trauma. As I grew older, my mother began to have a bad impact on my twin and me. But that will be revealed further later. I know my parents were treated exactly how they were treating us. Abuse is passed down across generations. I'm not even sure if my parents considered their childhood as abuse. But I have my doubts. Their treatment towards us is viewed as being for our benefit. Right, since it's for our own good that your own kids fear you. truly doesn't make any sense. Then, parents start to wonder why their grown children are so distant and don't want anything to do with them. Unreal, right? I expressed how I felt and how I was treated, and it was up to my parents to sit and listen. Unfortunately, they did not. It is up to me to heal, acknowledge, wrap, and let go of my childhood scars.