I grew up as an only child. You can imagine all the privileges, the attention, abundant love and all that. My parents were very protective of me. Especially my mum. For all I can remember, she was a no nonsense woman back in the day. She still is. You could never dare come home crying that you had been beaten by some lowless manner-less kid at school or at the playground.
“Don’t you have your hands?” She could say.
“Be a man and stand for yourself.”
Unlike other women who could go after the bully kid, my mom had her way of teaching me how to be a strong person and to always defend myself. And it worked. An incident that I would never forget is when I came home from school crying. I was a new kid in that school and I was only seven years old. Some fat kid had taken my lunch the previous day and threatened to ‘kill’ me had I told anyone. He was big and plump. And tall. And ugly-face. I doubt if he was of our age. Everyone was terrified of him. And he had his crew. A huge bunch of bullies.
“Hey, the new short kid,” he called.
I knew he was calling at me but I decided to ignore him.
“Hey, am I calling you?” He insisted.
He got up from his desk angrily, walked straight towards me and held me by two ears. I floated, a few millimeters above the ground. It hurt. He summarised it with a hot slap. Forget about the bitch slap or any other slap, this one was hotter. I wailed. Everyone burst out into laughter. I was embarrassed. The following day he tried to attack me using the same technique. Being a very tiny kid who had been lectured by his mom on how to defend himself the previous day, and younger (as compared to him), I began to strategise on how to counter his attack. I found one. Quickly. And then I waited for his move. And when he finally invaded my territory, I had no choice but to retaliate. I jumped on him like a baby. With my teeth on his shoulder and hands all over his face. It was dramatic. With everyone cheering. It was him who cried out loudly this time. And when his mother came to attack my mom later in the day, she got her portion of the medicine. And that is how I earned my first respect.
Well, were you ever bullied when you were young? How did you get over it? Please share with us your experinces on the comment box. Huh!! Let’s go.