Parenting is a tricky thing when your kids gets to a certain age, old enough for certain subjects to be covered.
It is usually easier when they are in their pre teens, before the noticeable sexual developments starts. Parents, especially (African) Nigerian parents are cautious when talking sexual education with their kids. I do not blame them. Sex is a hard subject when the person you are speaking to is related to you, especially when it is a kid, and the kid is yours.
Some parents are better at it than others. Everybody approaches the sex education subject differently too. For example, my mom started my sex education talks with me after she had made me read the complete EVERY WOMAN book.
I am thinking about this subject now because I just remembered a message I mistakenly wrote to my Uncle and Father figure 3 years ago while intending to send it to my boyfriend at the time. I was all romantic and explicit in the text, slightly dominant too. I wrote how I will have his kids and keep him in my bed forever. When I realized I had miss-sent the text and had received a summons seconds later from my Uncle I sincerely thought I would be murdered.
It is usually easier when they are in their pre teens, before the noticeable sexual developments starts. Parents, especially (African) Nigerian parents are cautious when talking sexual education with their kids. I do not blame them. Sex is a hard subject when the person you are speaking to is related to you, especially when it is a kid, and the kid is yours.
Some parents are better at it than others. Everybody approaches the sex education subject differently too. For example, my mom started my sex education talks with me after she had made me read the complete EVERY WOMAN book.
I am thinking about this subject now because I just remembered a message I mistakenly wrote to my Uncle and Father figure 3 years ago while intending to send it to my boyfriend at the time. I was all romantic and explicit in the text, slightly dominant too. I wrote how I will have his kids and keep him in my bed forever. When I realized I had miss-sent the text and had received a summons seconds later from my Uncle I sincerely thought I would be murdered.
Even though I was 24 at the time, had finished from Law school and was living in a huge 3 bedroom flat in Abuja all by myself, I thought my outing myself as having a boyfriend and being in a (promising) sexual relationship equaled a death certificate, I was so scared.
When I arrived at my uncle's, he asked (without any small talk whatsoever);
'So, who is this kid you want to have kids for?!'
I was shaking so hard I didn't have a response. It was probably the best time for me to tell him about my relationship and arrange a greet-meeting but I was so scared. After asking a second time and having me close to tears, he let me go with a stern advice and said;
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