6:15am to cook beans?I was sleeping like a king, and more when my mother barged into my room. And how I hate those guts. I could be doing something by that time or not.”Chiké there are ten cups of beans on the table, pick it, and cook. I am going to the market,” she said.I protested but to no avail. Two minutes later she walks in again.”Chiké I have put water on fire, make sure it doesn’t boil too much before you boil the beans.”Shey you dey wyn me ? I dragged my feet to the kitchen, the woman had really put the fire. I managed to pick the beans with sleep in my eyes, and cooked it. It refused to soften so I went back to sleep. I can’t kill myself.Tawai!!A stroke on my back woke me up. It was my military father. He doesn’t flog unless there’s a reason.  A critical reason.I jumped up, and was thrown down by yet another stroke.Ladies, and gentlemen if you were my father, you would kill me too. I had cooked  my junior sisters beads that she left on the counter last night. No wonder the beans was strong.From that day I started training myself to sleep with my brain woke.