Kids are the most brutally honest people alive. They can tell you to your face you smell funny, you are ugly.. or ask questions like "mbona haunanga auntie". You may try to shut them up by giving them your phone to play games and it might end up inside the toilet bowl.

Warranted there are stubborn kids, destructive, pain in the ass loud mouth kids. Top that up with being a single parent home and you have a lethal cocktail.

Bana this one time am visiting a lady friend, 2minutes into settling down she flips and beats the kid proper. Am talking thorough - the kid writhing on the floor, my pals wig has fallen off, one boob hanging out and shit mpaka the music disappeared into the background.. all this while her nanny and I are in awe! I almost ran away nikiogopa nitakua next. She casually resumed conversation like nothing happened the toi looking at me like those refugee kids on documentaries.

Seemingly in one child & parent homes the relationship is on both extremes.. the bond is either strong to the extent of inappropriate or just down right non-existent and dysfunctional.

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