Loving Him in a Hard Way; Mama's Rod and Love Did The Magic

Allow me to bail you out from those lines of thought.
Truthfully, i wasn't expecting anything less when i decided to use this picture.
You see......that lad i fondling wrapped my arm grabbing his bony waist, happens to be my baby, friend, sweetheart but impossibly my lover.
"He is my elder brother in whom i am well pleased with ".
Actually, we weren't like this during our younger years. People change right?
However, people does not change because they admittedly want to, there are usually triggering factors that foster or birth the change.
In our case, it was the earnest effort of someone and the big factor called TIME.

Growing up as children,we were like two worlds apart even, cat and rat are much friendlier to themselves than we were to ourselves.
We were like eyes that only get to see the blurry surface of the nose.
There was internal feud in our home called "Siblings war".
And have come to realise, i was the faulter tambout, being the cause of it all.

Right from time, i detest others hovering over me,being bossy or tries to use some vetoed power on me. The one that piss me most, is when i have to walk on an eggshell around someone.
The patience in me grows short and my toleration hacks dissipate whenever i sense people of these kinds even from afar.
My brother weren't any of these inversely, i was all of these to him.
Why?
I was unconsciously acting based on a defaulted defensive mechanism.

Naturally and culturally, females are oftentimes categorised as a "Weaker Vessel",
An embodiment of flesh, blood and water with a poor powered machine.
I don't want to be treated or seen as such,that was why i chose to be defensive towards him,just to put him in check.
But one day,he issued me a cheque that'll forever check.

Mum wasn't a bystander in all of these.
She would often chastise me with her words though, her carefully selected words always fell in my deaf ears.

As usual,an altercation happened one day which led to a big fight between us and before i could manage to punch him, his heavily dished punch landed on my eyes. I spontaneously fell down,feeling so much pain and distraught.
Is this how i'm gonna become one-eyed ? The thought of it made me cried like a new born babe.
I managed to stand on my feet and tried to find my way to mum to report her son to her.

My yaws fell after hearing mum's response to the whole thing.
I'm your baby now,
Can't you see what his punch has done?
Mum see my blood clotted eyes naw......
I nagged on and on but,that wasn't helping me to change her decision.

We did it for couple of hours,
We both cried from mouth to ear but mum wasn't budging.
We pleaded, we would start doing well by her and by ourselves but she remained adamant.
She stood,monitoring us all through those long hours of doing diverse rigorous sort of exercises.
My hands were shaking,
My legs were terribly in pain,
Mum! I'll repent.....No! I'm repenting...... Yes! I meant to say i have repented.
I was beginning to say gibberish, mum saw through us and pardoned us.
She further talked us through it and became quite intentional about seeing us overcome the siblings rivalry.
Mum's rod did a bit in helping us overcame it and her love creatively did it better.

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