My name is mark I grew up in a rural village in Africa . Growing up frm a family of 7 kids my father Worked hard to put food on the table and to cloth us but all this was not an easy task because wearing tone clothes was a day to day fashion . I remember going to school bare footed travelling for killomitres to school. The winter days did not have mercy on us becoz the jerseys had elboys out and we did not have long trousers for winter on our school uniform it was a khaki shirt and a short that was the uniform through out the year both winter and summer days . As a student u were suppose to be at school by 7:15 if u got there late they were 2 forms of punishment u were either beaten or go to punishment after school . Learning as we all know not all of us were born bright the teachers had all the power in them to get you to understand or do your school work . As for me I was so dull that I was top when u start counting from the last position in class but the teacher made me work hard because being beaten up everyday was what you should expect when you did not write your school work or even if u failed the test . Those day I remember when I was doing my grade 4 I wanted to drop off from school but my teacher after 3 days without going to school wrote a letter to my parents to confirm the problem that kept me from not attending school . That came to a shock to my parents because that was not true . Everyday I woke up as someone going to school but I did not get to school because I was afraid of all the beating by the teachers day by day . The next day my mother got up early and went with me to school upon arrival the class register was shown to my mom and it showed that I have been absent for the past 3 days . That day I felt like I could dig a hole and get in because to me eish life had became bad to worse because I knew how my father was . My father used to beat you till you urinate in your pants . With all this scandal I knew that Bruce will be waiting for me at home . Bruce was my fathers #chambok (this is used to beat up cows when cultivating made of animal skin ) . What I knew was that day it was going to beat me not the cows as its purpose . I remember the words my teacher said when my mom was around that please Mark go and seat down never do that again I will not beat you for what you did . All this was a lie because after all the lessons the teacher called to the storeroom , I was given a beating of a life time . Upon arrival at home everything seemed normal we ate supper when it was time for us to go to sleep I saw my father stand up and went into his bedroom upon his return I saw #Bruce in his hands suddenly the door was closed now it my turn to face #Bruce I was beaten up guys when my father was satisfied he went back to his room . I cried till tears dried up what I did was just asking myself with question :- 1.Is this my real father or not ? 2.If he was my real father he wasnt gonna beat me like this ! To be #continued#part2
Posted on: Mon, 14 Jul 2014 15:28:00 +0000
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