My Life At Thirty [18+] (Part One)

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My name is Folayinka, i was born some
31 years ago in Offa, Kwara state.

My Growing up experience was just like every normal child.
I am the second child in a family of five.
I have an elder sister who is 3 years older than I am while I am four years older than my kid sister.

I learnt from my parent that the distance between me and our last born was a bit
much just because they were not ready for another baby because of financial difficulties,
they even contemplated at a time not to
have another baby after me due to their
financial incapability then but since the pregnancy came in a mysterious way (The
pregnancy was already four month before my
mum realized she was pregnant and they
had no other option than to leave it as
abortion is totally against our faith).

One question that has begged for answer was how were they doing it during those four years of no pregnancy before they gave birth to Sofiyat.

My father will never support family planning because of his religious believe and he will never use a condom.
I guess he used to eject
his mariga whenever he is having s*x with my mum because i couldn’t explain it but who am I to ask how they did it way back. All in
all, we assume Sofiyat was born by mistake but there was no regret.

My family was just an average family, we are
not rich neither were we poor. My father who was a state civil servant made sure we lack nothing and my mother who was a trader in Owode market also made sure she support my dad whenever we need anything or lack something in the house.

It was a happy and homely family envious of everyone in our community.
We grew up in a staunch Islamic house, in
fact my mum used hijab likewise my sisters
while we were growing up. My father made sure we all combine our western education with Islamic education as part of our
growing up.

After coming back from school
in the afternoon by 2pm, the next point of
call is our madrasa (Arabic school) from 4pm till 6pm every day.

This means that we only have two hours of rest everyday from
2pm till 4pm before going to Madrasa.
Even our weekend that is supposed to be a
form of a break for us is always tight,
madrasa is between 8am-2pm on Saturday
and Sunday but the other hours of the
weekend that suppose to be free for us is
not always free as such as my dad always
make sure we stay indoors, either reading
our book or reading the holy quran.

All i can say is that our house was like a
military cantonement as there was absolute no freedom, the fear of my father is the
beginning of comportment.

You will never want my father to meet you engaging in
unwanted behaviour as you will be done for.
We all fear our dad like something else but
irrespective of that, we still love him as most times he was our confidant even to me that
is a guy.

We prefer our dad who is so hard
on us than our mum that is soft hearten.
We were provided with basic necessary
things as our parent prefers to go on with hunger for our optimum satisfaction.

Our education (Both western and Islamic) is total
priority to our parent and combination of
both shaped our humble beginning as we
grew in our community.

To Be Continued…
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