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A quick thread on one potentially life-altering corporal punishment situation I was involved in:
I can only remember being caned on my mum& #39;s orders once.
She tried to reason with me like an adult starting when I was ~8. There was one time when all the reasoning didn& #39;t work tho.
I can only remember being caned on my mum& #39;s orders once.
She tried to reason with me like an adult starting when I was ~8. There was one time when all the reasoning didn& #39;t work tho.
Sometime in Junior Secondary School, I became addicted to PlayStation One soccer. I would spend a lot of time thinking about formations and planning how best to use my players.
The problem was my pocket money wasn& #39;t enough to pay, so I started..
The problem was my pocket money wasn& #39;t enough to pay, so I started..
..taking money from her purse without permission. (This is also known as stealing).
She found out & tried to talk me out of it for many months. She would explain her concerns about the time I was spending gaming, the boys I was hanging out with at the game center..
She found out & tried to talk me out of it for many months. She would explain her concerns about the time I was spending gaming, the boys I was hanging out with at the game center..
..etc etc. I would try really hard & stay away for weeks, but I would eventually go back.
She grounded me. But she also needed me to run errands so I would still find my way out.
She cut my pocket money, but her purse was still there.
She had other people talk to me. etc etc.
She grounded me. But she also needed me to run errands so I would still find my way out.
She cut my pocket money, but her purse was still there.
She had other people talk to me. etc etc.
Then one day, (my memory is hazy but I believe I had borrowed a rather significant sum without permission), my sister told on me and my mum came to march me home from the game center.
She couldn& #39;t do the beating so she invited a Man-O-War who attended our church to do it.
She couldn& #39;t do the beating so she invited a Man-O-War who attended our church to do it.
Bro. Cephas explained why I was being caned and told me to suck it up as per "men don& #39;t cry" then proceeded to cane the love for PlayStation out of my backside.
That was the end. I didn& #39;t touch a PlayStation pad again until many years after & stopped hanging out with those boys.
That was the end. I didn& #39;t touch a PlayStation pad again until many years after & stopped hanging out with those boys.
My dad came home that night, took one look at me, and said something along the lines of "there& #39;s no need for me to say anything again. The boy has gotten the message".
Bro. Cephas still takes some credit for how I turned out and I let him have his moment when he brings it up...
Bro. Cephas still takes some credit for how I turned out and I let him have his moment when he brings it up...
I don& #39;t have the heart to cane children (teaching during NYSC was a nightmare because those teens pushed the boundaries once they realized I wouldn& #39;t use the cane) but I often wonder how things would be different if Mrs. Ko hadn& #39;t invited Bro. Cephas that night.
She doesn& #39;t like me telling this story. But we joke about it once in a while when she calls me & I tell her "Oh I& #39;m playing games with my friends".
End.
End.
Oh, and the game center guy defended me when I was being marched out by saying "These games are good. It helps them know the names of players".
And Mrs. Ko said "Oh oh. How does knowing names of players help him grow into a responsible adult?"
Anayo didn& #39;t have an answer.
And Mrs. Ko said "Oh oh. How does knowing names of players help him grow into a responsible adult?"
Anayo didn& #39;t have an answer.
