Childhood was not what I will describe as totally enjoyable (even though in many ways I believe it is much more fun than adulthood – hehehe!). I remember coming home from school – with my mum and my siblings – and after lunch we will again have what I will call ‘school 2’. We bring our class work to the dining table for my mum to see what we have done in school and we then deal with the home work together before we could think of TV (it’s not like we really had a choice than to wait for the national anthem to be played by NTA then before the broadcast will commence anyway - lol!). I can still remember my mum tenaciously teaching me how to wash my clothes before I was 10 and how she had us arrange our school uniform, socks and bag before we go to bed, ready for the following morning. I learnt planning, hard work, taking responsibility for my action, etc while growing up. When things were not entirely good with finances, we were thought to be content, to be resilient and cope well in tough times. I remember clearly my mum repeating to us – tough times never last, tough people do.Am I thankful to God for my parents and upbringing or what?
