I was a kid then, probably 7-8. That was the starting point of my curtailed woes. Mom was looking for me that evening and then she saw me on the roof of our neighbour’s house, playing ‘ love ‘ with a girl my age . I can still remember that moment, she took me and gave me the beating of my life. Then I think the next day, she proceeded to give me the late sex education and I told her of how I’d been debauched by numerous people around us. From my brother’s friends to our neighbour upstairs to the man opposite her shop and other heart wrenching experiences. But I would never forget when she asked me if I’d done it with my father, he was sleeping in the parlour and I remember looking at him and vehemently saying no. Years later , I thought what would have made my mother ask such question. I blamed her for most of my depressed teen age .