Growing up, I wasn’t beaten when I didn’t know how to spell a word or recite the multiplication table flawlessly, or rather I wasn’t beaten by my parents. I can’t say for sure that I wasn’t beaten by my teachers but I was a smart kid so I don’t think I was. Not too much.
So I was coming into my compound this morning when I saw my neighbour beating my caretaker’s sons under the scorching sun. They’re lovely boys but could be troublesome most times so I went to find out what they had done this time. Turns out they couldn’t recite the 2 and 4 times table. One is in primary 5 and the other, primary 2. Now I know that’s bad but I don’t know, I just felt some type of way watching the whole thing.
I mean, they’re not his children neither is he paying for their education and flogging them isn’t going to magically give them multiplication recital powers. I couldn’t say anything, I tried though but their father was there and didn’t say anything.
I believe they’re times when the rod is needed and this wasn’t one of those times but what do I know? I’m not a parent. Yet.