My Parenting Style: My Own Cup Of Worry.
Parenting was an easy plight when you don’t have kids. I thought I nailed the parenting business before my kids arrived but I couldn’t be more wrong. It was a long winding tunnel of challenges.
My first girl arrived packed with punches. With extra two weeks overdue, I was induced to kickstart her arrival. As labour progressed, she showed signs of distress after 14 hours of intense labour and was delivered through cesarean section.
The first few hours of being a mother was filled with uncertainty, misery and confusion. I laid helplessly on the intensive unit bed bleeding my life out, while my new baby cried nonstop for four straight hours.
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I lived in one of the slums of Lagos mainland. My house could be classified as what the local called “Face me, I face you” style of building, however, mine was a bit different from the norm. At the edge of the corridor was the gutter, part of which was covered with wooden planks and the rest left open. The sight was not pretty, but, we got used to it.
Ours were plights of rooms, lined up unevenly. Inbetween the rolls of rooms was an unsteady path which spread across the entire length of our corridor. Looking up, you could see the sky which I felt was a great advantage. The path only divided the rooms and their chronological arrangement. 
My childhood experience remains the best part of growing up. I relate a lot to this chapter of my life. It was filled with laughter, exploration, creativity, imagination and pure childhood innocence.