By Bernard Parah

Scourge of Discipline

“Certainly, my father and I need to have a conversation. This woman cannot be my real mother.” I was sitting outside under a wooden pole that connected power into our compound. Throwback months before this beating I climbed the fence in an attempt to reconnect our power after going to the NEPA office to argue with them about how the electricity bill they gave us isn’t correct. We had just learnt about kilowatts, electricity and energy. I recall constantly pouring kerosene at the back of the house so we can Continue reading →