Growing up as an only girl is not easy as many of you would think. Especially if your Dad is a Teacher!
I might have thought of myself as the apple of his eye,and that I could get away with alot of mischief,
but not under my dad's watch
See, I have been and still I'm a bully, always getting my brothers to do as I say, then watch them get roasted all alone.
Being a tomboy helped much, I could do all the mischief a boy could do, well,even better, and use the "I am a girl" card to get away with it.
Surely, who in their right mind would think of me as a Catapult weilding hunter, in the quest for killing or was it hunting down birds,lizards and the occassional squirel that infested a bush(as the wazungus call them) behind the Ploti we used to stay in while i was barely a teenager.
To say the least, this hunts ended up with stones "straying" and cracking a glass window at the Mission Hospital adjacent to the Bush, or better yet, hitting the unsuspecting passersby,going home to the village after a long trip up the dusty road to the market place.
In all this, my brothers,and the other boys from the hood got blamed,and took a couple of beatings while I smiled all the way into my Dad's good books.
Until the one day I got way too ahead of myself in this mischief business and got my behind whooped by my Old man's Famous leather belt.
See, in our routine weekend visit to my grandparents ,we used to take a short -cut through a forest that had numerous bee hives hoisted up on the trees that lined the leafy dirty path we used to walk on.
On that fine Saturday morning,my brain was working overtime and the fact that someone had accidentally spilled maize on their wayto the poshomill got my creatinve juices up and overflowing...
You should have heard me,in a very nice voice ask my brothers to use the maize grains and try hit the hives, and see who got the most hits.
Like always my brothers took the bait,after all they they were born with the Competitive Gene that infests all the male species!
You even should have seen me go to Report their "Game' to my dad, hoping as always they would all get a beating and I would stand there, watching, my insides doing a happy dance!
Well not on this day,....
Long story short,
I got the first taste of My dads prowess in beating the headlights out of a cheeky,bratty girl!
That beating was so good that I never again dreamt of getting my brothers and I in a position that would warrant a trip of that leather belt on our behinds.
Years later, I got to understand this,
That no matter how much My Dad loved me, He would never in the world let me get down that road that brattiness leads to. He would do everything ,to make sure he raised me up, proper and disciplined.
At the look of things, HE DID GOOD!!!!!!
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