Being a good and nice gentleman with a proper home training doesn’t work most of the time especially in a public university.<\/p>\n
It comes with a lot of challenges whereby you find it really hard to be with a friend that has the same “good behavior” like you.<\/span><\/p>\n When I was young,I didn’t have much opportunity to mix with people due to the environment I live in. It was tough for me because I wasn’t lucky to have a sincere partner to call a friend because everyone I chose as a friend then had to be rejected by my parents due to some “improper upbringing” they have and I didn’t even know how my parents were good enough to judge not until I grew up and I was called a “mummy’s boy” or “Omo get inside”.<\/span><\/p>\n I found out that I lived in the streets were they are no good people except bad influences. It was really hard for me to choose a friend and it really affects me in the university because everywhere I turn to,there’s always a bad person either there’s a “yahoo boy” or there’s a “hookup girl” and the few good people I tried to be friends with feels like weak ones because it’s a public university where the “mummy’s boy”and the “Omo get inside” individuals that have good manners always feel like the weak ones and they feel like a proper “get inside” really because they haven’t gotten much exposure to the streets while they were growing up.<\/span><\/p>\n I feel like I’m lucky because I had to break the rules my parents gave me to mix with the street and it really helped me because I understand really well both the good and the bad sides of how to live my life and it actually brought a balance in my relationship with everyone I meet.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Being a good and nice gentleman with a proper home training doesn’t work most of the time especially in a public university. It comes with a lot of challenges whereby you find it really hard to be with a friend that has the same “good behavior” like you. When I was young,I didn’t have much […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":11475,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[6285],"class_list":["post-11474","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-opinion","tag-mummys-boy"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/theblogonline.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11474"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/theblogonline.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/theblogonline.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theblogonline.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theblogonline.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=11474"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/theblogonline.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11474\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11478,"href":"https:\/\/theblogonline.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11474\/revisions\/11478"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theblogonline.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/11475"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/theblogonline.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=11474"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theblogonline.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=11474"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theblogonline.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=11474"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}