Growing up in Nigeria it was the cane you had to fear. Essentially a long, flexible piece of wood. The thin ones could leave a welt that would sting for hours but broke easily. The thick ones looked mean but didn't hurt as much. For maximum effect, the medium-sized ones were best. I got many strokes of the cane cos I was a little bag of lies much of the time. Once I figured out the truth hurt far less, gone were the canes. Childhood was fun!
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