My Dad Was A Beater Of Kids

yes...he was .

And it was not beating me and my siblings for fun.

He was disciplining us when we went astray.

Back then it felt like he went too far because he usually used his hard leather belt. 

Sometimes he would use the buckle side of the belt.

He would just order us to lie-down on the bed...while he flexed his muscle on our bear bodies.

I had lots of scars.

Scars from the different things he flogged me with.

Because of all this, we were scared of him.

Very scared.

Whenever he came back from work  around 4 p.m., and we heard the horn of his white colour 504 Peugeot , we would just scamper from the lawn in front of the house or the palour like we just saw a ghost.

This happened for a long time...till one day he noticed something.

He noticed that my neighbours kids were always running out to welcome their dad when they arrived from work. These kids would even collect the office bags from their parents and stroll happily into the house smiling ear to ear.

It was the right thing kids should do. But not in our case.

So one day, he came back from work , (I think we did not see him on time or something  ) and to his amazement , we all scampered into the house .

He was a bit shocked.

He walked briskly into the parlour , called us all out and asked .

“do I have a masquerade on my face”

We could not answer .

Who wanted to get beat up in a sweet sunny afternoon?

Not me.

Then he said.

“next time I come back home and you guys run into the house instead of coming to receive me , I will beat you guy up”

Ultimate Victory-Childhood Story About Fights

I don't know about you but when i was a kid i used to play a lot ...and i used to fight a lot with other kids.

It wasn't just me but other kids too.

I think i was a thing about supremacy or something like that.

we always wanted to know who was superior .

And when there was a fight we would talk about it for days.

Back then , it was believed ( still believed) that girls could't beat or fight boys.
In fact it was believed that guys don't fight girls ,but guys beat girls.

It's probably because of this weaker sex chauvinistic talk.

Any way, that's not what this story is about .

So lets keep all that aside.

Now when boys fought ,there was usually exchange of blows ,injuries , breaking of nose and some other things people do when they fight.

The guy who is too weak to continue the fight loses and the guy who weakens the other is usually the victor.

But the ultimate victory in any fight was when one could hold the other down and force grass and sand  into his mouth.

That was like reducing the vanquished to the level of a goat.

It never happened often.

Ones in a while it did.

But i will never forget this one till i die.

Here is exactly what happened.

There is was a big hefty guy we used to call "fufule" cos he was bigger than most of us his age mates.

Fufule was a derogatory name that meant he ate too much "fufu" a staple Nigerian meal.

So we were playing as usual (i think it was soccer) and some girls were playing by the side.

One thing led to another and before we knew it, "fufule" wanted to beat up a girl (lets call here Lizzy) .

But before we could do a damn thing , all i can remember now is that ...the girl Lizzy was sitting on top of
the boy's belly while he struggled to break free from her hold.

The next thing ,she was forcing grass and sand down his throat.

I will never forget that sight.

It's felt like the guy lost his manhood.

I don't know how it happened but it did.

That was the worse thing that could ever happen to a guy then...

And we still talk about it...even up till now.

That's why you are reading this. ;)

Who The Hell Created Lap Dance?

The other day ,i just asked myself ,...

Who The Hell Created Lap Dance?

You know why?

...because for some reason i just realized how stupid the whole idea of a lap dance is.

Think about this.

Who in his right mind thinks it is cool to go some where, pay half nude girls to dance or sit on your lap , get a hard-on and then you go back home with no one to bring down the growth in your pants.

it's just freaken crazy.

So who the hell invented this shit?

i need him to read this .