They were always right but not this time

Seeing this topic made me smiled. I remembered my parents. Ah those people. Smiles they are so amazing. When I was thinking about what to say, I had a switch of emotions. I'm missing them. I miss them so much. Staying far from home isn't that funny at all.

Let's dive right into the topic of the day and forget about all this my emotional display. Smiles

A TIME MY PARENTS WERE RIGHT AND I WAS WRONG. WHAT THEY DID TELL ME

When it comes to my life, my parents have been right a lot of times but there is this particular one I will always be grateful for till eternity.

I grew up in the barracks, a military environment where there were all kinds of attitude and behaviour. Children had bad characters probably due to the environment and what they see display. Stealing, smoking, lying, throwing abusive words, being disrespectful was the order of the day.

My parents told me "Betty, you have no right of having friends outside your siblings. Your siblings are your only friends and that is it."

That was a death sentence to me. Imagine growing in an environment where there are so many kids of your age group yet you were not allowed to play with anybody. I mean nobody.

I saw my parents then as the most wicked people in the world. They hated us. I and my siblings would always say to each other. We would sit at home while we watched other kids playing but we don't dare go close.

As time went by, we became so fond of ourselves and we became our best company.

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I got to understand what they did now that I am all grown up to a point I called them on my birthday and was just crying. I wanted to tell them how grateful I am for how they brought me up. But the tears in my eyes wouldn't let me speak up.

In my age group, those that are not wayward right now are very few. I almost said nobody. But let me don't draw conclusions yet.

Most of my mates then, are single mothers, some are acting porn, the guys are into yahoo yahoo, some are cultist, some school dropouts, others are into drugs and lots more. It's from one sad story to another. When going through their profiles on I.G, X and facebook, I always wonder how they got there.

I remembered the class parties I was never allowed to attend, the get togethers and sit outs I missed. My parents were my saving grace. If not, I'm so sure I wouldn't be here today. I really thank God for using them save my life and that of my siblings.

THEY WERE WRONG AND I WAS RIGHT

Getting into the Academy: My parents wanted me to go to the Nigerian Defence Academy. That was a nice dream for any child but definitely not me. How would I have survived it?

I love the job but I wasn't meant for me. I wanted a different life, something different for myself. I have always hated the fact that my dad was never home. He has never been around for any big event happening in our lives. Why? The nature of his job. Even at my birth he was not around, my graduation, my matriculation when I win in competitions, he was never around not to even talk of my birthdays. He misses every single thing.

I understand clearly that it is not his fault but that wouldn't make me feel any better. Thinking about it right now is getting me angry already. It will be the peak of it all if he happens to miss my wedding.

So seeing the kind of relationship I shared with my dad of getting to see him sometimes once in a year, once in three years and all that, I didn't want that for my family. So I refused and I'm glad I did. They too, they are glad I did.

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