It's my mother's birthday... My very own drama queen
This picture was from my baby sisters' introduction a little over a week ago. Happy birthday mummy. Have a beautiful new year. (Photo credit: Ramsey's iPhone) |
It is well documented that I always preferred my father to my mother, I have answered that a lot of times and even in death, I remain a daddy’s boy but the place of my mother in my life can never be underestimated.
Today is my
mother’s birthday, even when I wasn’t on a writing journey, I always found ways
to script something for her but today, I choose to recount a few things from
the past and maybe a little projection into the future, all for mummy.
I’ll start with this, I’m having
a great day. Had a presentation earlier today that went better than I ever
imagined, we had great ideas to be honest but clients would always find a way
to punch holes but there was nothing to criticize, we killed it and congratulations
are in order.
Yo Mummy! Lol I didn’t like my
mother growing up and that was because she was always reporting me to daddy, of
course I was very difficult to manage, I was quite mischievous and always
running into trouble but I don’t know a great man that was gentle as a little
child, I didn’t ask you for examples.
There was this incident when I
was in secondary school. One of my classmates brought fish-rolls to class, it
was plenty and he hid it somehow from trouble. He gave me one, I tasted and I
asked he give me another, I passed one to Femi Balogun beside me, in record
time the fish-roll was exhausted.
I only ate two, I shared 25 with
classmates around us, those that were my friends and those that don’t annoy me,
I actually thought it was surplus to requirement for the boy that brought them.
But around 6pm that day, I was home with my folks, there was a knock on our door,
it was the fish-roll boy with his mother with the bill, it was 27 Naira – One naira
each.
To think I was just gisting my
brothers that school was fun on that day, Maxi was even jealous only for me to
realize it was not free. I actually busted into laughter, but I was the only
one laughing, the rest were worried for me because they couldn’t understand how
I finished fish-roll of that amount, say about 27k today, hilarious to be
honest but my mother treated me like I was adopted that day.
I already talked about the day my
mother had twins even though I lost that particular blog so I’ll rest that part.
My mother’s hospitality is out of this world, I see her reaping fruits of that
now tho with many the kids he housed or protected way back coming through for
her now.
Growing up, I lost count of how
many people’s children passed through our house, mom was always eager to take
them in, send them to school and make sure they turn out well in life, that is
worth celebrating about her, she’s a retired teacher by the way.
Mummy is such a knowledge seeker,
I remember how she went back to school at the same time my elder brother was
entering University too, she was always bragging about finishing with 2:1 but
trust me to destroy that record danu danu… E pain am.
In a way, I can say my poor
feeding habit was encouraged by my mom, she never forced me or any of my siblings
to eat what we didn’t want to eat, I don’t know if that was a favor but I doubt
I like how I struggle with food now, if she made yam back then, she’d boil rice
for me.
She’s a a Sunday School teacher,
even till date but I should talk about how she was always subbing me in
particular with her teachings and all that was always remaining was to mention
my name, it would be so direct that everyone would be starring at me during her
classes, I forgive her tho.
My father wasn't interested in all my moves to be a singer or a creative, but mummy supported me. She was always giving me transport fare to go to studios back then, she's a creative herself and many of the stories she has told me will soon make it to the big screen, I'll give her full credits as well.
When my father passed away, I
pitied my mother. The bond was out of this world, he was her only friend and
when the news came, she was the first I thought of, I was critical of how badly
she handled the whole episode but it was expected.
Not like she has healed, I know
she’d still talk about it today but na she know, she doesn’t know when
to rest with drama, I hope they don’t drag remote control with her today, let
her watch her favorite actors and BBN, how she likes JayPaul baffles me tho but
e no concern me.
I like how she doesn’t forward me
all those WhatsApp stories shared in her baby boomers’ groups again, I changed
it for her. How can they send you nonsense stories of something moving over
earth and you shouldn’t wear red or how 5G is the root cause of Covid, if you
don’t leave me alone.
I know she will read this, since
they taught her how to use WhatsApp status, nothing passes her again. I’m a good
boy, I’m not like Adekemi and Deola Xtra-Smooth that blocked their mothers from
seeing their statuses.
So, happy birthday mummy, I wish
you all of God’s blessings, long life in good health and abundance of wealth,
have a beautiful new year filled with laughter. Reduce the drama small okay?
And when you call, save me all the background stories, just straight to the
point, thank you for understanding. Be good baby girl.
Happy birthday mummy,grow well and strong for us,i love you,Adeola
ReplyDeleteAmen and thank you Adeola
DeleteYou had to bring the part where she doesn't go straight to the point lol. Happy birthday sweetest mummy.
ReplyDeleteI had to o, it can be annoying.
DeleteHappy birthday to mummy she will live long to enjoy the fruits of her labour, Amen!!!
ReplyDeleteCongratulations on your presentation
Amen and thanks brother, come buy me beer
DeleteHappy birthday to Mummy. I wish her heaven's best. Cheers
ReplyDeleteThank you
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