Steem4nigeria Accelerator Contest Week 100: Can you Remember?

Hello steemians and fellow members of steem4nigeria community. Greetings to everyone. I'm here to share my
views on this topic for this week. I want to thank @steem4nigeria for organizing this contest. this will give me the opportunity to express all that was kept inside of me. I just hope you enjoy reading.

Can you remember that one person you were angry with? What happened?

Yes, my apprentice, his name is Michael. He really made me angry with him. Listen, Michael was 16+ when he met me and told me he's interested in learning how to draw. I was excited that I have gotten myself a new student. Now I'm not saying Michael wasn't a good boy. I just want you to know that there's this side of him that I didn't like. Though I was surprised that a sixteen years old boy is still bed wetting. When he did it the first time I took it to be a mistake. Not until he did it again. Michael was ashamed of himself that he started reducing days he slept in my apartment. He started going home to spend the night to avoid bed wetting in my mattress. I was really unhappy with him because it was in the rain season and the sun hardly came out.
I warned him sternly. I told him that if he ever repeats it then I will be forced to disgrace him publicly. Michael begged me not to tell anyone and I pitied him. However, Michael stopped crashing in my place so he can avoid being embarrassed by me.
I'm not too close to him anymore. I don't know if he's still doing that. it's been three years now and Michael is 18 years now. I guess he's repent of bed wetting.

I and Michael years ago

Please don't tell him I told you. If he ever finds out I wrote about it I will claim it's not my handwriting.

Can you remember the last time your parents flogged or yelled at you? What did you do wrong? Was yelling the best way?

My mum is fond of flogging. She would beat you until the devil that was inside of you will regret getting into you. However, I want to let you know that the last time she flogged me it didn't go well with her. It's been years ago but the memories still lingers because I guess that was the last time her hands ever touched me.

I can't really recall what I did wrong, though I know she was going to punish me. I was in my teenage. The energy was there. My mother cornered me in the bedroom, brought out a cane and started wiping me carelessly like an animal. I quickly got close to her and grabbed the cane. She left the cane for me and started battling me with her hands and legs. That's when I realized she really wants to injure me. I gather a lot of impetus and momentum. I pushed her backwards with my hands and she collapsed into the bedroom's closet (wardrobe). I took to my heels like Moses did in the Bible after killing the Egyptian.

I and Mum last year

I guess she had sustained some injuries. However, that was the last time my mum ever flogged me. She now realized I was old enough to be corrected with words and not with whip. Flogging an adolescent is never the right way to correct him/her. They're young adults and probably knows what's wrong and right.
Talking to them is the best way to correctthem.

Can you remember embarrassing yourself in public? How did you get over with the embarrassment?

This was years ago. It doesn't matter to me anymore because I don't give f*ck of how other people view me. How I feel about myself is the most important thing for now.

Years ago when I was a teenager I was about to attend a street party called "Calabar Carnival". It's a big party. One of the biggest street party in Africa. People always travel from all around the globe 🌎 to attend it. As a young adult as at then I was having fantasies of getting my skin tattooed. I went and got a temporary tattoo just to use it for the event and later wipe it off. As I got into a bus that was heading to the event people inside the bus started avoiding skin contact with me. I felt so alienated. I was thinking why these people estranged me. I really felt ashamed of myself that I wished I could go back home and undo the tattoos. However I couldn't help but continued with my trip. I don't have to miss my moment because of some other person's opinion or views about tattoos.

Pictures I took at the carnival

I made up my mind to never think of them. I started thinking of the fun I will have when I get to the party. I hypnotized myself instantly. Gradually I started feeling myself like I was stoned with hard drugs.

Since that day I learnt that people don't actually love tattoos or they just hate having skin contact with someone who has got their skin tattooed.

Such don't matter to me now. Nobody cares if you have a tattoo when you're rich. You won't even share a public transportation when you have it all.

Can you remember having a good past life or your past life was just bad?

God forbid bad past life. I don't even think anyone will say they had a total bad past life. Life itself is full of uncertainties. So we have to deal with the good, the bad and sometimes even with the ugly.
I would say my life was full of ups and downs. At one moment I was having a good time, at another moment something tragic will occur and life will keep swinging us up and down like a see saw or rollercoaster.
But I bet you that that is what makes life exciting and beautiful. We go through challenging moments so we can learn, grow, and get life lessons from all the hard times. Then good time will make us forget the bad moments and cherish every bit of life.
My life is a mixture of both good and bad times.

I like to use this opportunity to invite my friends to participate in the contest.
Here they are :
@josepha
@mercybliss
@julietbella
@destinedhanik and
@jemilatbuhari

I hope you like my post. Thanks for going through my post and blog. Keep steeming.💙