My childhood was good as it goes, I grew up in a single-parent environment living with just my Dad there wasn’t any sort of female touch in any of the places we lived, let’s say I grazed my knee, there was no motherly response, no plaster, no bandage, or the option to “kiss it better”, I got the “oyah rub the baba ijebu soap on it to burn it” or he would pour Dettol on it, mad man. Living with my Dad at certain times felt like living under a dictatorship it could be so regimented he was like a drill sergeant “do this”, “do that”, “clean the house”, “read books”, and “stay inside” that was just how it was. Looking back at it I can see why my Dad did the things he did when I was younger because that’s what he knew and how he was raised but that was in Africa we were in the U.K. so I believe a different approach should’ve been taken.
Being of Nigerian descent Church was a big part of my childhood I was raised on the 10 commandments by my Dad but ended up living a wild cowboy lifestyle, alcohol, fornication, and violence of all sorts and I’m the guy that went to church every Sunday as a youth. To me Church was almost like a chore at that age because it was forced upon me, those African churches that start at 8 am then finished at 5 pm maaaad long. I’m not gonna lie at that age there’s only so much worship you can take till you feel it’s being forced down your throat and whatever is forced down your throat you end up throwing it back up.