The unforgettable scolding my parents gave me.

At a particular point in my life, i thought and i asked myself these questions? "Are my parents my biological parents?" This was a question raised out of the wonder i get whenever i'm being scolded. Many times when i get scolded i tend to feel it as too much or why i'm being scolded in such a manner. And of course, as a child i was immature, i sometimes was at fault and also i was the very one that warranted the scolding. Another thing i noticed while being scolded was, my mom will forever support my dad whenever i am being scolded, and likewise, my dad will always support my mom whenever i am being scolded. I keep asking myself why can't just one of you bail me out, someone should just say no, that's enough.

But it all happened and ended in my thoughts because nobody was ready to do whatever i was thinking or have going on in my head. The scolding increased day after day, time after time. I must admit i was very stubborn while growing up and i tend to do what i was told not to do. Down here in Africa, scolding most times seems like warfare, either by the use of gigantic canes, belts, spatula, and so on. You will be scolded by and with whatever your parents find around them at that particular point in time. Oh mine, this was really an experience, a lot of times i was scolded for what i didn't even know of, by that i mean what i didn't do.

I can remember vividly this faithful day, i can not forget the day, what happened, and what led to my scolding by my parents. There was a Sunday my parents didn't go to church and we went by ourselves, my sister and i. The service ended and we were meant to follow a church member who promised my parents they were going to drop us home. We were in the car with his family, while we were in transit i was having a discussion with my sister and suddenly we talked about a particular subject and we laughed out loud. Unfortunately for us, that was the exact time the man's car bumpers hit the speed breaks on the road, little did we know that we were in for it that very day. As normal, we alighted the car and we greeted ourselves bye, unknowingly for us the man had already called my dad and told him "He decided to help us and when his car hit the speed breaks we laughed at his car." We got home happy, i can remember smiling with my sister, my parents welcomed us in and then it suddenly changed to a masquerade festival. My dad was handling me while my mom was handling my sister.

We were beaten and beaten with these words coming out of their mouths, "As a child of God are you meant to do that to your helpers, these people decided to help you home and yet you were laughing at their car, do you guys even have a car for yourself?" Immediately i heard that i was so furious and i said out loud i was going to deal with the man's son the next Sunday, I am really laughing out loud now, my mom of blessed memory walked up to me and she said, "If you try it, i will beat you double." At that point, i gave up, still furious, after some hours they called us and told us we need to learn how to caution our mouths when we are around people because people are different. Right now i am laughing at it all but then it was one of the scoldings i got from my parents i would never forget.