Nigerian parents just seem to have this Ego to say sorry sometimes. There was this particular time whereby I had an experience where my parents wronged me and then didn't end up saying sorry to me even after knowing they wronged me.
I loved going up and down during holidays from school, and sometimes even when we're on section, I move around when I'm back from school. I'm either cycling around the neighborhood with my friends or sometimes playing football or something. All I knew was that I barely sit at home.
I go out in the morning most times and come back in the evening. The only thing that seems to bring me home early is mostly when I'm hungry, and I only come home to eat and rest a little before I go back to playing around with my friends.
But on this particular day, I wasn't feeling well, so I didn't go out, and I was indoors throughout that particular day. And then, we were just two Emmanuels in the estate during that time. So on this day, the other namesake of mine went to one of the tallest buildings in the estate then to see a friend of ours named Victor who used to be our neighbor before to greet them for moving into a new apartment.
The building had an open floor at the top, which was restricted for us as kids to go there. And then, the other Emmanuel and my other friends snicked there to see the view of the whole estate. And then, all of a sudden, they said that he started saying that he wanted to test out his super powers by jumping down from the highest building in the whole of the estate!!!.
And then I kept asking myself this question after the whole thing—what exactly was this boy thinking about?. Was he thinking of being a superman at that point, or what exactly got into this head? Too much cartoon has already taken over his head, obviously, because who in his or her right senses will want to do such a thing?
And that was how my other friends who newly packed inn went as fast as they could to report my namesake to their parents out of fear. And as soon as my namesake heard of that, he ran away before the parents could come see for themselves what was really happening.
And then, that was how the mother of my friend Victor, who used to be our formal neighbor, came directly to my house without knowing the Emmanuel that committed the crime, and then she came and reported to my parents that I came up to their place to say hi and congratulate them for their newly packed-in apartment and then went up to the open floor of the building to jump down.
On this day, I can't lie, I regretted having been a name sake to that boy😭. I was given the beating of my life that day without having an idea of what I did 😭. I was so in pain because I didn't do anything and didn't understand what was going with me. . And you know that kind of feeling you have when you know very well that you weren't guilty for something and then you're being punished for it.
My sister was even trying to tell them that I didn't go out that day that I was home all day because I wasn't feeling fine. And then my dad gave a punishment because I assumed that she was trying to cover up for me. And then I was also grounded from going out and watching TV at home on that very day. Because they were thinking of what could have led to me doing all of that.
I actually cried that very day. Not because of the whole punishment... Nahhh (I Was A Very Stubborn Boy [Cane Chester]) But because I knew I was innocent this time and didn't know anything about the whole thing. That night, I even went as far as not eating what they cooked that day because I was so angry at me.
A quick one, guys: No matter what you do in this life, don't you ever think you can form a hard guy by not eating 😭😂 I promise you're going to eat up crying 😭😂...when they saw it that I was forming to be angry, guess what ? They gave the food out😂. I got to understand better when it was midnight and I was so hungry and felt like I was going to die if I don't eat before morning. I cried more when I got there and didn't meet the food there again 😭😂.
And then, after all of this, this woman came back to tell my parents that she was sorry about the whole thing. And explained to them that it was not my own Emmanuel. And that it was the other one. This day, I felt like just chewing the skin of this woman alive, honestly 🤧. Because I kept on asking myself why she literally did all of that to me.
Because at first, when I saw her approaching my house again, I was like, What is it? Haven't you done enough?😭😂....the torture, the pain is it not enough?. And then, after hearing that, I was so so pained about the whole matter. Because you guys literally needed to see how this woman was pouring fire into this whole thing. Because she was right there when the whole thing happened.
I kept saying to myself, "What did I ever do to this woman, God?" And then, after the whole thing, she didn't even come to apologize to me personally; it was only my parents she felt like she owed an apology.
I was busy feeling on top of the world that my parents were going to come beg me for the whole thing. And then, after a whole, my parents came and shocked me by saying that, me too, I don't use to hear words. I felt like sueing them to God and not even court this time.
But then, I got to earn brand new sneakers, which they knew I had been dreaming to have. But for them to now come and say they were sorry was the biggest war ever😭😂. But then, I had to forgive them after getting the best sneakers in town then.
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