Family Stories & Experiences

Adam had a knack for pestering his mother and causing a nuisance to his family. No matter how hard his mother tried to discipline him, Adam determined to test the limits of his stubbornness.

One fateful day, Adam's mother cautioned him not to touch any of the electronic appliances at home. She reminded him that he was not old enough to handle them safely. However, being the stubborn boy that he was, Adam chose to ignore his mother's advice.

He plugged in the iron, disregarding his mother's warnings. As he clumsily attempted to iron, the iron lid got so hot that it burnt a large, irreparable hole in his school shirt.

The next day at school, he had to face the school authorities and receive his punishment. They assigned him additional tasks and chores each day to teach him the importance of obedience and responsibility.

Throughout the days of punishment, Adam's attitude began to change. He realized how his stubbornness not only caused trouble for him but also affected the people around him. His mother noticed this transformation and saw a glimmer of hope in her son.

Witnessing the consequences of his actions and the impact they had on his life, Adam understood the importance of listening to his mother's advice and following the rules. He started to become more considerate and cooperative, both at home and at school.

From that day forward, Adam began to thrive as a good boy. He understood that his stubbornness had held him back, and he wanted to make amends for his past behavior. His family was overjoyed to see him grow into a responsible and obedient young man.

A lesson learned from burning his clothes. Sometimes, children should be left free when they cling to the fire, there's no better teacher than experience.

The cold morning greeted me with still walls, no longer the smiling face of my mum through the curtains the weight of my light niece tugging at my cheeks, or my elder sister enquiring if I was going to sleep till eternity.
Life with family is a beautiful thing, out of imaginary explanations.

It was chilly cold and I could feel my blood throbbing in effect.
"Should I boil water? ", I asked myself.
The last time I used heated water to bathe, I got skin reactions.
We were to write a paper as early as 7:30 that morning and I had spent all my night reading, only getting an hour of sleep before the troubling aggravating alarms went off.

I swallowed the shock waves as the cold fluid flowed down from my body and bit my lips, couldn't leave my teeth stuttering from the quiver. I did my thing and didn't take more than a minute before I struggled for my drying towel where it hung.

I had to buy water along the way to school, the location where they set as the exam venue was quiet a long distance. But it'd be fun since it was my last paper.

Can't wait till tomorrow so I can go back to a place of comfort, solace and endless happiness.

This afternoon, as I was immersed in my Physiology textbook, my phone rang and I saw my mother’s name flash across the screen. I picked up immediately, wondering what she had to say today.

"Hello Ebe Mummy," she greeted with a tired voice. I didn't finish responding when she cut in "I have this terrible body pain and I'm getting sick. Please, help me prescribe some medicine?"

My jaw dropped in disbelief. I'm barely surviving out here in a zoo of a school, I inhaled and replied, "Mummy, I'm just a physiology student. I can't prescribe." Breathing a sigh of relief, I continued "Well, I have a better idea. Why don't you go to the doctor? They can make the right diagnosis and prescribe the right treatment and drugs."

She didn't seem satisfied, hesitantly I suggested an antibiotic for her with the advice that she confirms from her doctor first, at last, the woman exhaled as if letting out the pains in gratefulness.
I couldn’t help but smile at her gratitude to me. Sometimes parents could be so stubborn, but deep down, they always wanted the best for us.

When I hung up, I couldn’t imagine how the roles in our relationship would change. I wasn’t just their child; I would be their keeper too. As our parents grow older, our care and concern for them become more important.

Maybe I'm ready, maybe I'm not, eventually, I'll grow into the role of a CAREGIVER.

Last Friday marked a significant chapter in my life as I embarked on a four-hour journey to move from one house to another. The sun was just beginning its routine, casting a warm color on the familiar street I had called home for years. It was a day filled with remembrance and bittersweet farewells, especially from the neighbors we had grown close to over the years.

The morning started early, with the sun's rays gently waking me from my slumber. The to-do list loomed large in my mind as I sipped on a cup of water, taking in the familiar view from my old kitchen window. The sound of properties overturned and furniture being disassembled filled the air. My heart felt heavy with the weight of change, but I knew it was time to move on to a new chapter in life.

As the clock neared noon, friends and neighbors began to gather around our old house. It was a close-knit community, and we had shared countless moments and evenings of laughter with them. They offered helping hands, moral support, and even some tears as they saw us packing our memories into boxes.

One of our closest neighbors, Mrs. Onyi, who had lived next door for as long as I could remember, approached with a plate. Tears welled up in her eyes as she handed them to me. "You'll always have a piece of this neighborhood with you," my heart was moved by her farewell words.

As the final properties were loaded onto the moving bus, our neighbors and few church members gathered for a group photo. It was a snapshot of the bonds we had formed over the years, a picture that would forever hold a special place in my heart.

The journey to our new home felt like a whirlwind of emotions. I couldn't help but think of the memories we were leaving behind and the adventures that lay ahead. Just before sunset, we arrived at our new house. It was an empty space waiting to be filled with new memories and experiences. Unpacking felt like unwrapping a gift, revealing pieces of our old life to be re-assembled into the new. The neighbors in our new community greeted us with warm smiles and open arms, making us feel welcome from the very beginning.

As I settled into my new home that Friday night, I couldn't help but reflect on the day's events. Though I had left behind a house filled with cherished memories, I knew that the bonds we had formed with our old neighbors would endure. They would dearly miss us, just as we would miss them.

Back when I was small, I was very obedient. I went for all errands without complaining. Always there to do chores
I was hardworking also. I always read and my dad promised that he would give me a surprise reward one day.
It was when I wrote my Junior WAEC, I performed so well that made my family happy. He told me that time again that he was going to surprise me.

But I was waiting for the surprise throughout the whole week, even the next week but nothing came And I gave up.
Surprisingly after a month, my dad called me inside and began to about at me. I didn't know it was all his plan.
I did nothing to warrant him shouting at me, so I was lost and in tears and just then he brought out a brand new phone and handed it over to me.

Christmas was always something we celebrated in our home. No matter how tough things were at the time, we never miss to celebrate.

On this very day, we had already eaten and drank and it was time for more sightseeing. We always enjoyed visiting relatives and having them gift a little pennies.

Do not eat from anybody, my mum would say. We started our journey and our pennies were growing. With my siblings and a few other neighboring children, we went from house to house to showcase our special Christmas wear.

By the time we were to visit the last place on our list, I was already hungry. On getting there, they didn't ask if we would eat as others did. They just brought in food and big chunks of chicken. While others resisted and declined the invitation to eat, I didn't. I rushed the chicken and that was it.

We went home, they reported me, I was stroked mercilessly, what a Christmas day it was.

I was about landing the blow on my sister's back but my mother intercepted the hand before it could achieve it's goal. She held it and when I struggled to free the hand, I had a resounding knock on the head, a painful pat and was shoved beside.

"Fight someone your own size!" she shouted at me as she dragged my sister along with her.

Backfoward: I was enjoying my game console which I had just put together joining multiple wires in. The game device has been spoilt for months and it was a miracle it came on after I worked a screw on it. I had just started to enjoy it when my sister came around and asked to play. I politely told her to wait her own turn but she got emotional and put of anger, she tried to forcefully snatch it from my clutches and everything was in shambles.

Who wouldn't be annoyed after that?
I didn't even land the beating on her.
I lost my device, I lost my happiness.
I even lost my sanity after the mom's knock.
All these pain for just fixing my own game console.

I cried my eyes out, mumbled an explanation to dad though he did nothing. Finally, I ran out from the house.

I was seated beside a nearby farmland for about 4hrs when I heard my mother scream my name "Miracle! Miracle! Come and eat!"

After playing deaf for many times, I saw my mom approach me. She patted my back softly and apologized while I shrugged. She said she was sorry and even bought me a drink to go with the meal she made.

I followed back home and she brought out the drink and dropped it beside the hot meal. I rolled my eyes at my sister and gestured at my drink which should have gotten her jealous, but she wasn't moved.

Just after I took the last gulp of the drink, my sister withdrew from under the seat, her own drink. I was disappointed, this girl caused the whole mess and now she was rewarded with a drink also. What is the essence of the apology?

I angrily rushed off the house again, making sure my mom noticed how aggravated I was too. I sat back at the same spot near the farmland and waited for another apology, but it never came, no one even came looking for me.
I just had to go home and rest when I was tired sitting and wasting my whole day on that farmland alone.

Rainy season is here , and all the farming stress on all too has come.we went to farm under a very scorching sun we did go early because I had chores to execute before going to farm so went we starting clearing the farmland then my body started to shake like I couldn't work no longer not as if I was sick before going to the farm it became so intense my mother and my siblings discover I wasn't working again buh out of experience my mum hurried fetched a cup of kunu from the jar and gave to me within a couple of minutes I was okay then it started to rain there was no sign of rain before and the farm isn't located close to where people live I was so drenched in the rain it was kind of a black Monday for me even though nobody died.