Men shouldn't give up

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Today I woke up to the sound of the music I started playing last night because I had put it on repeat, it's a song that reminds me of part of my childhood. I remember when I was small and always afraid. As a little boy I always come back from school everyday with tears in my eyes and my mother will sometimes be mad at me and mock me for crying to fellow boys like me who beat me up. Some days she will ask me if the person that beat me has two heads than the one I have. This continued on and on and in fact I was very much afraid whenever any of the boys confronted me and it seems as though everyday is a day to fall into trouble as school dismal appears to be a time set apart for fighting amongst students and I myself is beaten because I don't raise a hand.

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Time went on until I finally had a friend who till today I can even tell of his whereabouts or where he once lived. He didn't get to know each other very well and as children particularly in my own personal experience, I know better today than then. I'm not sure we ever asked each other of our place or original or nationality and there was nothing like Facebook then, of not we could have reconnected with each other today somehow if he is still alive and I hope he is. He really helped me in fighting a lot of battles then. When the bullies will gang up against me, he will be the only one standing with me to make up a little for the out numbering. In those days there's this particular boy I know, he always pinch me from behind even when classes are going on. Sometimes he will intentionally tear my book, sometimes he will spray water on me as though it was unintentional.

He was doing a lot of terrible things to me then and the more reason why I couldn't beat him is because I fear that his group of friends will intervene and he really had a large number of friends. I remember the day I challenged myself while back during classes. In those days, the teacher wasn't aware of what was going on and for the number of times I had reported him the teachers hadn't done anything that solved the problem. Instead his acts of bullying got worse because I reported. The day I challenged him in class by slapping him because he pinched me on my buttocks, that day I received more than a thousand pinching from from his friends who were sitting in very close range behind me and those by my side and each time I look at the angle from where I received the pain hoping to see the person, I will see no one. Instead I'll see the boy threatening me to wait till school dismissal because I have the guts to slap him due to the fact that our teacher was present.

When I got to know my friend Buchi, Buchi happened to be a cool looking guy but tough in his appearance and each time anyone found my trouble he will intervene and each time anyone found his trouble, I will join him in the fight because the bullies were always in group and always attack any of their common enemies together. Me and my friend started fighting back at them though they outnumbered us but one day, my friend left my school and I never saw him again.
He was just like an angel that came and helped me and I learned to fight but then he disappeared without me knowing anything about him apart from his name and that he came and joined my class and soon left.
The bullies became strengthened by his absence and want me to show them what I'm capable of without him.

One day I came back with my clothes all messed up because the bullies had rumpled my clothes and my dad was curious to know what happened. After I had told him everything. He then told me to fight like a fierce lion and destroy my fear because as long as I allow my fear to live, I'll keep being terrorized. Sometimes he even beats me anytime he sees me crying just to let me know it's annoying to cry for people who oppress me. I endured till it was our graduation day in primary 3 and during the activities of that day the leader of the bullies had found my problem and when I was about to go home they ganged up around me to make troubles as always. Suddenly I became more angry and fierce than I've ever been, not minding their number. I pushed the leader of the group and he fell to a swinging chair that cut his forehead, I immediately faced the rest with blows and moved swiftly, turning around to make sure none of them is coming close as I'm surrounded.

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That was my last day in the school because my father later changed my school. The last time I saw the guy was in secondary school and it happened that we were admitted in the same junior school and he still sustained the mark of that injury on his face which remained whitish in colourway on his dark complexion. It's true that I regretted my actions on that day and had feared that I may have killed someone but it's good to be good.

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