ahnie:
When my wicked elder now disowned brother angryly jumped on my belly with an intent to kill me after beating me severely,he carried me and was about throwing me inside a well.i was 2 plus old then...that memory just refused leaving me.

chatinent:

2. Like earlier mentioned, I was the connector. One day, I really didn't know what happened to the compound light. Of course, I only do electronics...I don't touch electric..but Mr Base-K (as we called him) said I could be the one who disconnected the wire and cut it cos he saw me there.

You know there is an allegation that could tear your soul? The type that makes tears flow freely? That was it. I didn't even go near the wire! But I was flogged like hell. Normal normal, my dad don already dey find reason to flog..so it came on a platter.

I swore then to kill Base-K. I hated him with so much passion. It was until about five years later in school when I reunited with my friend from the compound that I came to understand it was his dad who cut the wire to help elongate his gen wire. How that part of their discussion fitted the scene of what happened that day was perfect cos it so dotted the lines. I remembered I saw the dad with a gen switch! I felt I had to vindicate myself and hurried back home with the news only for my dad to be like “is it because of an old event that happened that I can't even remember you called me?”

ahnie:
When my wicked elder now disowned brother angryly jumped on my belly with an intent to kill me after beating me severely,he carried me and was about throwing me inside a well.i was 2 plus old then...that memory just refused leaving me.

Holywizard:
U know those old black and white TV stands that u can cover like Windows?
Back then in my neighborhood, we were amongst the first that bought TV and DVD.
So one day I was outside my neighborhood playing ball with my friends, I started bragging that our TV stand was full of money, in fact it was where my dad used to save his salary.
One day when all the guys in our neighborhood have all gathered to watch movies as usual at home,
One of the running mouths who that day was his first day of coming to our house shouted when everywhere was quiet that it was only TV that was inside, what about the money I said we used to keep there.
My elder ones asked him what he meant and the fool told them what I said. At night, if u see floggings eeeeh.

cayorday89:
Where do I start from...? I will be back make I reminisce on all..
Modified
Being the only son of a no nonsense couple(they were meant for each other) I had countless memories of beatings from my parents as I was told I was very stubborn but if my memory permits me especially now that I have seen things, I was not stubborn it was just my parents that were too rigid and all my life were based on following rules that even prisoners will never be given, so there was bound to be broken rules which one will definitely not do without in one's lifetime even if it means death consequence. And my punishment over the course of my life ranges from beating with canes, koboko(we had one mouth, two mouths, three and four mouths), tear gas, pepper, belt etc and none was for stealing, killing, smoking, joining bad gangs, or impregnating person daughter or any other evil/bad vices you can think of.

In all, the worst beating I ever received was few hours into the new year 2004.
My offense, I left church just to go blow banger with other people( I don't even have mine just in the joy of the new year), while we were going, another guy named junior (my agemate, RIP to him) gave me money to help him buy one sound when we are coming back as his parents were giving him close marking, never knew my mum would be looking for me as I thought she was engrossed in the service and it's my chance to go have some fun as all my life was restricted to home alone on days like that. She later looked for me and found me at the junction of the church, held my hands and straight home we went.


My dad was home as he was recuperatimg from an accident, he opened and my mum explained why we were home earlier then expected and without my siblings, and I was told to pull off my clothes and lay in the passageway my dad used the 4 mouth koboko and my mum used pankere and it was a joint merciless beating that lasted for close to an hour with no one been able to come to my rescue as we were the sole occupants of the house, so many others close to it but this definitely stands out and it was my third consecutive Christmas and new year season thrashing with this very one been the second banger incident.

Dreytonisback:
As a teenager who just couldn't be without money at hand
I was in primary school , instead of going to school I will get dressed as a responsible student only to end up in a bakery owned by an Igbo man named emeka

There were many teenagers like myself there who hustle daily for little change , how much was I paid? Just #40naira as at that year

I think someone informed my mom about my new location which is hindering me from going to school
She caught me unaware in the bakery and beat the hell outta me , used pepper to rub my back , Omo I see hell , I'll thank her for that bc if she hadn't treated me that way , I must've prolly continue and end up loosing interest in education .

Lights up my kpoli in peace

BigDawsNet:
Was still little den ...

I refused to go to church on that Sunday

I told ma folks...just go on I will meet you guys soon...

As they drove out...
I lock gate..

Switch On my Nintendo game...
I played for hours... My mind was telling me..."Dawson shebi u no u haf diee today Sha"

Was like... Yes I know nah...

Las Las... They came back home looking like Kane of WWW does years...

My Dad enter his room and bring out better Para military belt made of Leather and Iron...

I shop better beating Dat they...
Since den before i con later turn 21.. na me go first prepare on Sunday morning...

Farid24224:
Mine was one of the darkest day of my life...

I was 13 years.. growing up I wasn't as religious asy parents were and I am their only male child. There was this girl that's our neighbor...She was 15 then..She looks older than her age which I am too, we dry our laundries at the back of our flat (they are at the top of our house) so one day we met back there and gosh she dressed scanty and was giving me this weird gestures, I went and met her and I don't know how but we are kissing at a corner not realizing both our parents are looking at us..
Their scream was like thunder..My mom grabbed my shirt and started beating the hell out of me..I was just praying to God make I die that moment.. The girl ran as her mom chased her away..We are a Muslim family and they weren't but that didn't stop her parents from battering the hell outta her.. Even till now my parents are still stalking me after 6 years...

baski92:
40 naira

Kharol1234:
Land for sale

ahnie:
When my wicked elder now disowned brother angryly jumped on my belly with an intent to kill me after beating me severely,he carried me and was about throwing me inside a well.i was 2 plus old then...that memory just refused leaving me.

99thEnemy:



how much?