One habit I will say got me into trouble several times was the habit of staying out late. My parents were never against me going out to play or roam around with friends, but what they hate so much is when I stay out late. Which is something many parents dislike so much. It was more crazy because I was young, and it keeps them thinking and getting bothered about what might be keeping me out late.
I literally can't count the number of times my mom and dad sat me down to find out what the cause might be. But I literally didn't have a reason for that. I just enjoyed staying out with my friends to see the sky and just enjoy the atmosphere. Meanwhile, sometimes I always stay out that late because of football.
Especially after the estate in which we reside launched a well-furnished football stadium for the kids of the estate to enjoy. It was always fun to play football at late hours because of the lights in the football stadium. It was always coming out so well at night, and it always had more ginger because, at some point, my friends only played ball at night because of the beauty of the stadium at night.
They were always gisting me at school. And it had a way of making me feel weird when I leave the football field early and go home because of the rules of my parents that don't let me stay out late. So at some point, I came up with the crazy idea of coming back home earlier than I used to to sleep and sneak out at night because my parents sleep early. It did work for me at some point in time.
But when the day for judgment came, it really wasn't a good thing for me to deal with. I was given the beating of my life for trying to play smart on the intelligence of my parents. On this particular night, I came back so late that I felt really guilty for the time I spent outside. It happened that way on that particular day because.
My childhood crush came to the field that night, and I gave my best of best on that day to impress her so much that she had no choice but to compliment my playing. It really did work, and we spent a whole lot of time together on that night. I knew I was due for staying out. Because the time was so ungodly, but due to the fact that I wanted her to see me as a big boy, I didn't want to mention that I was already running out of time.
Things we do for love😂. We kept on talking and talking till the extent that I could not help but to sacrifice myself for love. I thought I was safe and shouldn't be bothered about anything since my parents thought I was home and never knew I sneaked out. But then, one part of me was telling me that my parents could be awake, waiting for me to come back and receive my punishment.
But then, one part of me said it wasn't possible, which turns out to be the voice of the devil. A man in love is truly a finished man. After the whole escorting, we hugged and both went our separate ways. I was the happiest man on earth at that point and was too carried away to have thought that I've got a penalty to face at home for my act.
Lo and behold, I got home and didn't see my parents when I sneaked back in. I was so happy and excited that I was a smart boy without knowing that my parents were only waiting for me to undress before I serve my punishment. I just finished eating and was about to go to wash my plate when my mom just flogged me from behind. And trust me when I tell you for free that unexpected flogs are the most painful ones.
I literally can't forget such a day in my life. I was punished to the extent that I jumped to the conclusion that my parents aren't my real parents. It was a really crazy day that I really am not forgetting about anytime soon. I had to change my ways after the whole thing because I didn't want to get punished in that way ever in my life again. It was a really crazy experience. I just had to get rid of the idea of staying out late after that night so I don't get to experience such a thing happening again.
Thank you for taking the time to go through my content, and I hope it was worth it, and I also hope you've learned lots of lessons from the community's weekly prompt. This post is in response to the #Hivenaija weekly contest, edition 66.