While I was a kid, anybody my parents had a fall out with, be it a woman or a man, who are far beyond my age, automatically becomes my enemy.
Worse off, we would declare war on their entire family. Regarding their kids, I and my siblings will form a mini cult re-affirming ourselves never to engage them in a chat. Of course, their kids did the same, I mean we were wrapped around the same mentality. Even though it didn’t feel right most times, I had to get into character otherwise several strokes of the cane would be paying my buttocks some homage (most African families can relate). So long as there was an unresolved dispute, we weren’t allowed to wish them a harmless ‘good morning’ because if mummy or daddy finds out ehn 😢.
I’m older now and looking in retrospect, it’s funny but not funny. Very glad I am able to discern right from wrong without navigating through my parents perspective. It’s an utter ignominy to see some grown-ups still basking in the euphoria of inheriting their parent’s enemies.
Why do parents mandate kids to inherit their enemies?
If you had similar experiences growing up, I will love to hear from you in the comment session too.