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Student @ Yaba College of Technology
The moment I realized my African parents are only human
<p>When I was younger, I often felt my African parents hated me. From the harsh criticisms, to the spankings, to the strict corrections, it felt like they were not my parents. </p><p><br/></p><p>I remember writing in my then diary when I was a child that they weren't my real parents and I was probably adopted and then, guess what? My mum found the diary and read it to my Grandma. I'm still alive, that's all that matters…</p><p><br/></p><p>Anyway, do African parents really care? Do they really love? Do they understand?</p><p><br/></p><p>During my mid teens till present my mum and I drew closer. We talked more, laughed more and even made funny jokes. In the process, I learnt something important. She was once a child like me. Probably, she felt the same way I did as a child.</p><p><br/></p><p>She once was a child who was brought up by strict parents too and so, naturally, she must've felt that that was the best way to raise children since she had no prior experience.</p><p><br/></p><p>Don't get me wrong, their parenting saved me from a lot especially as a GenZ. </p><p><br/></p><p>I realized that they were doing what they felt was best. They loved me. They cared. They understood.</p><p><br/></p><p>Now, while I draw ever closer and understand, I realize, they're only human. They make mistakes too. </p><p><br/></p><p>I believe African parents deserve a </p><p>little extra love…</p>
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