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The Life Of A Dropout: Day 5

Parents. A real pain in the ass sometimes. Mine are an even bigger pain in the ass. Probably the worst.
My dad is a "I don't really care about you if you aren't the best" kinda guy and my mom is the "I can't control my temper or any and every other one of of my emotions" person. This combo is really really dangerous for anyone. But enough of that, let me take you to the juicy part. Their reactions when I was suspended and the roles they played on the road to this very day.
My Father
Well as my mentioned in a previous post, my dad labeled me and when I told him I wanted to take a break and reevaluate myself. When I returned from the most previous, 2017 second semester, he asked me if I was going back and I said "no". Part of the reason why I wanted to reevaluate myself in 2016 was actually because my school fees was really expensive and some shitty relatives kept saying stuff like "I he the only child, why spend so much on him", "send him to a public University so that when he knows suffering he will value what he has" and what not (which was and still is, stupid, anytime I hear it).
So why did my father not even try to understand me? Simple, I'm "crazy". And not to mention when I was a kid the dude told me "If not for you we would've been a happy family". I chose to take it as
Dude doesn't want me as his family and
Dude thinks I'm the only member of the house that isn't happy
His reaction was somewhat more mature than that of my mother. He said his dad valued education and so did he and that's why he was training me but I don't want to settle down and do what he wants and that I'm a disappointment yada yada yada. You know the normal shit.
My Mother
Now you might find my mothers reaction abit more interesting.
My mother told me more than five (5) times that if I die it wouldn't bother her because she has "three extra" children. Specifically
Even if you die it won't bother me. I have three extra children, three.
She also told me that
You have no right over your own life
Which indeed I beg to differ.
Any who. I kept getting visited by a lot of somewhat "important people" (including a deceitful pastor) and that pissed my mom off. Here in Nigeria, someone coming from the US to see you was no big deal and guess what. Someone came from the US to visit me (you know, my dads fellow psychiatrist friends that don't know shit and come, talk shit and get the fuck out of your life). Excuse my language.
But that was the last straw. And I received a death threat from my mom. That she'd kill me if by March 2018 I still don't go to school and or apply for admission. But I am currently willing to die for what I believe in (willing to kill to... hope it doesn't come to that though).
You may have seen this in YouTube videos about how African parents are. In truth it's just Nigerian Parents that do shit like you see in videos. And that's what I got. Anything I did would somehow be redirected to the fact that I was suspended for a year.
Oh well, let's just hope this plays out well.
Next time I'll tell you about my siblings and cousins reaction and what I'm planning for them *devil face*.
Thank you for reading.

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