Oh Chim, I can never forget this horrible experience I had while growing up, just follow me as we read together and feel free to share yours let's weep and laugh together

Oh Chim, I can never forget this horrible experience I had while growing up, just follow me as we read together and feel free to share yours let's weep and laugh together.

So, while growing up, I think I was around 7 or 8, or probably 10 years old then, when I had this illness in my throat, they call it boile (okproto), 

It was so painful in the outside and inside, I could feel how swollen it was when I try to touch or feel it.

I could barely swallow anything 😭😭, seriously, it wasn't funny.

Due to the pains and how big it seemed in the outside, mind you, my mother would always feel it, I think, to be sure it was ready (ripe) for it to be taken off.

So, on this very beautiful day, my mother got me dressed 👗, seeing that, according to her, the creature was ready to be removed, and she didn't tell me where we were headed.

We got dressed and left, we journeyed to a woman's house, *well, I know the woman 😡*.

I was taken into the house, after I had greeted this woman, and my mother continued discussing with her, funny enough, I was given a stick sweet (💃💃), and I was so excited, in my mind I was like, " I hope we can be coming here more often, if this will be the treatment for me", never did I perceive what was coming.

After some moments of discussion, these women gave me time to relax and feel at home, and of course, I did.

And then, that moment came when I was called outside, I went joyfully 💃💃, the woman picked me up and placed me on her laps, she began to ask me friendly questions and same time, feeling the swell under my throat, and just within some minutes, my mother took the sweet from me and assured me that I'd continue with it later, I trusted her, of course, why shouldn't I, she's my mother.

And just then, some women came around, I didn't know when I began to struggle and cry, wailing under the woman's grip, then I felt another two pairs of hands holding me still.

The woman we had gone to see , held a stick, a kind of fat sizable stick, big enough to enter my throat without hurting me, oh dear Lord, Margaret was dieing, I screamed with my upper and lower set of teeth joint together, her target was to have access to my throat, but she couldn't.

Ha! I was stronger than four able mothers, and then a woman rushed into the house and arrived with a metallic spoon 🥄, she inserted it between my teeth and, that was how the stick gained access into my throat and immediately it touched the swell in there, it was removed and a bowl was brought to my face I poured out all the blood and pulse that had gained comfortability in my throat, causing me discomfort.

After I poured it out, I cried like I just escaped coma, my mother couldn't console me, I loved her, which I still do, so I couldn't feel the betrayal, nor the hurt, I just went to her, she took me up to her shoulder and comforted me, and when I was calm, my sweet was returned to me.

Phew! What an experience? Sincerely, it was horrible.

Now, these and many more practices like, the female circumcision and the likes of it were what our mothers and fathers were practicing back then and they survived, feeling that was the best, not until civilization came in and stayed.

And I'm sure, some people still practice some of these, especially those areas that haven't received civilization.

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So, tell us, what was your experience like, while growing up?

Mind you, this isn't to make mockery of anything or anyone, but to take our minds back to some experiences that we may have encountered and promise ourselves not to let our younger or next generation pass through same, no matter the situation or circumstances.

My experience may not have been horrible as yours, but I believe, talking about some of these things, the hurt, pains etc, would help us realize and do much more better.

Thank you.