.......It was Worth It After All: My Childhood Experiences

The truth is when I now realize how disciplined I was as a child I'm more grateful that I grew up in that environment, ofcourse my upbringing wasn't like the genz's petty good and smooth nah! far from it, mom was a mother indeed but mom's sister was the opposite of that, I left home very young age to go stay with mom's sister in the city, while I was happy that I was going to experience a better more sophisticated life in the city, little did I know that I was in for a long military drills of a life time.

Mom's sister [my aunt] was nothing like the soft gentled miled caring mother I knew, she's not the type that will rub her hands on your head and say "oh Junior Go to bed, finish your food or come and clean up this mess you did 😆, you know?, if you're a typical African child you will understand this scenario that if you dare mess up, there's always a long hard roughed cain waiting for you somewhere at the corner of that long chair in the sitting room or somewhere hidden in the room....😆 🤣 😂 😹.

This was my experience growing up with mom's sister, a no nonsense, straight up woman with her rules amd regulations uptight .... since I wasn't ready for the kind of life I was going to meet lol... I sha chop beating tire 😆 🤣 😂 😹...

But then with time I adjust better altho mom's sister was like this kind of unsatisfactory person that no matter how well you do, once she's back from work there must be some talk and I hated all those talks its hurt me more than the beating, because of that anytime I'm on a task I will have to do it with all my might my heart and makesure that it's 100% or nothing.

One time I was asked to wash the rest room which I did very well, my aunt returned and asked me to rewash, pointing out some places with dirt, I went back and wash the entire bathroom again applying extra caution to observe that there's no spot left out unwashed, when I was done she came in for inspections yet still spotted out some dirt, I'm like how na😒

But you know what it was painful then, it was hash i hated it, there were days I wanted to just returned to the villa, but then as I grow up I realise that it was really helpful and I'm grateful that I was able to build the tenacity to withstand all of that.
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All along I was building discipline, I was growing positive attitude, diligence tenacity and courage, its now I understand the value of these things, for instances the bathroom saga taught me a tough lesson on how to pay attention to details and how to be disciplined in life, because I hated complains I always make sure I do whatever it is with due diligence and extra care cause I don't want to do it twice and I wouldn't want to hear complains so that compels me to pay attention to every details of it making sure that nothing is left out.

That has helped me so well with paying attention to every tiny details of things which has helped me to gain understanding more of how things work, like I can calmly analyze things thoroughly with abt attention to details, then the act of discipline and diligence you can't take that away from me, that has helped me alot in many ways and has shaped who i am today, my personality, attitude, character all tide to those child experiences.

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