Tell me why African parents behave the way they do? In the era of steeze and rizz, they are our ultimate enemies.

It all happened one beautiful Nigerian afternoon. I was walking home from my regular clinic checkups and I could smell the roasted meat from the suya vendor across the road. The birds were flying high in the sky, the sun was scorching hot and even threatened to burn my skin to ash, if you listened closely, you could even hear one or two people arguing over something.

It was perfect.

Just as I was basking in the beauty of my country, I noticed a group of boys coming towards me. Now most girls can attest that such a moment is very crucial.

You become aware of what you're wearing, what you look like, how you smell and even how you walk. After a silent assessment, I deemed myself impressive enough to be worthy of a two second glance from them as I passed. 

I raised my head high and walked towards these boys like they should fear me. Then like a nightmare, I heard someone call my name.

A more accurate description would be a bellow. It was my mother.

This woman shouted my name on the main road and asked me why I was trekking. I wished the ground could show me the slightest bit of mercy and swallow me whole. 

She was on a bike, obviously coming back from the market and she told the biker to stop in front of me.

A very long distance in front of me.

I had to run to meet up with this woman because she kept shouting for me to hurry up. At this point, I had completely abandoned all hope of maintaining my steeze and the group had already passed, but my mother wasn't through.

She pressed a #1000 naira note into my hands and told me to get on a bike and go home, then she zoomed off, taking my dignity with her.

I didn't even complain. What more could I do?