It’s a beautiful morning, Saturday is the best day of the week I kid you not! (now that I have my own place). Back when I was still staying with my parents sleeping in on a Saturday morning was something you watched on TV and the moment I got my freedom I made sure that waking up at whatever time my heart desired would be a top priority. Let me share some of the rules from way back when which were drilled into my head. My parents didn’t have to tell me twice, I was scared to find out what would happen to me if I chose to disobey them!
- No sitting on dad’s sofa. My dad had a specific sofa he liked and even in his absence you were not allowed to sit there.
- No going to play outside the gate. The gate was ALWAYS locked and you only left when you had to go to the shops to buy bread or to go school.
- No singing or talking during meal times.
- No leaving your food unfinished. Whatever your mother dished out for you had to be cleared, no matter how sick you claimed to be. The whole “I don’t like eating this” didn’t exist in our home. You ate EVERYTHING.
- No watching TV after 8pm.
- No bringing anything that does not belong to you, it could be a simple pen, believe me the very next day you would have to take it back.
- No going for parties that start at night. No hosting parties either! I remember being told I couldn’t attend a friends party and yet she was just 3 houses away, I was gutted!
- No waking up late, I was usually up to help with cleaning the house by 5:30am and if I attempted to sleep any further my mother would come to my room and start singing or looking for something in my drawers or open my curtains and windows because “basa mangwanani” – you should start house chores early in the day. I guess this explains why I am a morning person.
- No locking of bedroom doors. There were to be no “privacy” as long as I was staying under my parents roof. My dad used to read my letters when they came through the post!
- Everyone had to be home by 6pm. To this day even when I visit I don’t even go anywhere after 6pm, it’s a long standing rule.
Just from reading my own list I realise growing up was hard man. Who does that? I could actually go on and list more rules but this list made me realise some of those rules helped mold me to be the person I am today. I guess my parents meant well and wanted to inform some form of discipline and order.
Right now I have my cup of tea right next to me and a plate of fruit, I know if my mother knew I was eating in bed she would throw a fit!
What are the rules that you grew up strongly abiding by? Let’s share some them in the comments section, I would like to believe no one can beat my list!