Prompt–Personalized: Things I Did That I Found Childish Now.
Hi, it's another week again! I hope you're doing good this week?
All thanks to C/Hive Reach Out for another interesting and reflective weekly prompt: "Things You Did That You Find Childish Now".
And I'm glad to share about my childish experiential moments with the world at large!
As When A Child
I was born into the family of Mr and Mrs Onyapa Paul Inarigu(father) and Okwasa Martha Inarigu(mother), in Agwatashi town, Nasarawa State in Nigeria.
My birth brought so much joy to the family.
Being born into a pagan home, there was no so much standard, restriction, boundary, as to bring us the children under control and order. So I became an adventurous wanderer, perambulating the street of Agwatashi aimlessly. As a child then, I loved so much comfort and pleasure, giving no space to any form of discomfort, which landed me into covetousness and selfishness.
Things I Did That I Found Childish Now
There were many things I have done then, which were not just childish, but were also terrible and detestable, such that I can't even remember all. But I'm going to share the few I'm able to recall.
The highlight:
–Struggle Over Eldership/Seniority
–Untamable
–Stealing
–Stubborn And Arrogant
–Struggle Over Eldership/Seniority
I can still remember sharing in my introductory post that I was born & raised in an extended family atmosphere(check my introductory post–https://peakd.com/publish?edit=ogbole30%2Fgetting-to-know-me-a-side-glance-into-my-universe).
I have a cousin brother named George. Our parents didn't seem to figure out which of us was more superior in age. It was hard for them to know, because we're born almost at the same period, and my father never kept my birth date record. The result of this ignorance was a seemingly unending enmity or hostility between me and my cousin brother. We fought each other virtually whenever and wherever we're together. We're like cat and rat. We fought at meal. We wrestled at playing ground. Sometimes he defeated me, and at other times I did overcome him.
Image Source–Cottonbro Studio
–Untamable
Like earlier mentioned, growing up as a child in a home with no much emphasis on discipline and order, I became uncultured in almost every way. I roamed around the community. Went out and came back at will, without being subjected to thorough questioning by my parents. Then when TV was a scarce technology, we used to have a commercial movie-viewing-centre in the whole community. We used to pay 10 to 20 naira to watch a set of movie. The viewing time was usually at night. I would go to the cinema by 10pm, and returned home, sometimes by 12am, 1am or at worst scenario 2am, depending on the movie length, without a word rebuke from my parents. That's how I became more wild in wandering around.
–Stealing/Lying
When I was between 4-8years old, I was already a professional and chronic thief. I will tell you why I used these words to describe myself as when a child. I used to have a most eldest sister of a blessed memory, called Oyiti. She died of an illness which persisted for a long period while I was still in primary 2 or 3. This was like around 2005-2006. May her gentle soul rest in peace. I'm writing this with a heavy heart filled with tears for her.
My dear sister would occasionally travel to Lagos city(a State in Nigeria), to labour and toil under the sun.
Image Source–Lagos Food Bank Initiative
By the time she made some good savings, she would return home. Whenever my sister came back from her hustling, she would hide her money in a box, under lock and codes. Yet I would go in through the window, use a needle to open the box, steal her money, and I would spend it wastefully.
Image Source–Omar Rehan Khan
That's not all. I also stole from my father and mother. I stole even from the Holy Bible during my C.R.S exam in secondary school, when asked, I would deny blatantly that I stole anything. But whenever caught, I received the beating of my life mercilessly. No doubt, my father could flog very well! I would cry profusely like an innocent saint! I will never forget those memories of my life.
–Stubborn And Arrogant
When I was in a secondary school (J.S.S1),
I exhibited a foolish and childish attitude towards my father.
How did it happen? I went to school one day, and it came to past, that all the students that their parents were unable to pay school fees were driven back home, including myself. For the reason that my father could not pay my school fees at that moment, I became so angry at my loving father. I never wanted to talk to him or anybody, thinking that he deliberately refused to pay my school fees. What a foolish child I was then!
🙏Thank you for stopping by, to go through my childish experiential memories. I would in deed appreciate your comment.
Yours Lovely,
Inarigu Israel Ogbole.