As a child, growing up in Nigeria was some experience, one that will never be forgotte by me. My took very strict measures with us. The girls among us found them very stifling and controlling. They would never let us come back to the house anytime we wished. There was some sort of curfew. Many times, we were punished by our Parentsneed for coming home very late. All of these made me have a mixture of emotions for my parents—respect and fear. Sometimes I found it hard to believe parents would seek to have such control over their children. I know better now.
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