Episode 7
The doorbell woke me, again. The person must have been standing at the door for quite sometime because at first, I thought the doorbell was from my dream. Who could it be? I wondered. It was a Saturday and laziness was taking over me. I just had to shower so I'd have a better nap, about two hours ago. I didn't intend on going out today so whoever was at the door can just go back to wherever he or she came from. I dozed off. The doorbell continued ringing. I was angry and began to mutter some Yoruba language to myself. I was about pulling the pillow over my head when I heard the voice.
'Adetoun I know you are in there. My friend, will you open this door?!' That voice! My mother! My typical African mother! I immediately jumped out of bed and raced downstairs. I didn't have time to rearrange the living room as she was now banging the door.
'Mummy Ekaaro ma', I knelt down fully. When was the last time I even did that?
'Ekaaro kini? Ti mi ba kaaro nko? I've been knocking for the past 30 minutes. Are you hungover or something? Is there a man in this house that you're hiding?' She had started again. She had hardly stepped into the house, she has started shouting.
'Mummy, I'm sorry. I was sleeping', I said quietly.
'Sleeping oshi wo? What kind of a woman sleeps like that? And you say you want to get married? Is this how you'll be behaving in your husbands house? Answer me now'
'Mummy..I'm s...'
'Will you keep quiet! You don't talk when I'm talking', she blurted. My eyes widened. Didn't she just demand for an sneer just now? Or probably I now have an ear infection and can't hear properly. I just kept quiet and collected her bag.
'Get me some water, I'm very thirsty. This Lagos traffic is something else. I have been driving for the past three hours. Only for me to get here and you lock me out' she said taking her seat.
'Mummy I'm sorry okay? I just had a really rough day yesterday so I had to sleep on. Besides, it's Saturday and you didn't tell me you were coming'
'So I have to seek your permission to enter my own house? Ehn, Adetoun? Is that what you are telling me?' She was raising her voice, she did not even drink the water. Whoever pissed her off this bad honestly did not try. At all, the person did not try. She will now be pouring the anger on me. Hian!
'That's not what I mean', I smiled. 'What I'm saying is, I still spoke to you two days ago and you said nothing about coming to see me today'
'I wanted it to be a surprise. Or is it not good surprising my daughter?' She said. I couldn't help but laugh. This woman is hilarious. I got up from my seat and sat beside her on the couch.
'Mum, surprises are beautiful but its not for Lagosians. What if I wasn't home?' I told her, holding her hand in mine.
'Oya sorry o. So coming to see you now is a crime?' She said removing her hand. She was going to change it. Sensing that, I got up.
'What will you eat? I have jollof rice in the freezer. Should I microwave it for you?'
'Yes dear. I am really hungry.
**** *********** *******
6:49pm
The doorbell rang. Who was it again? Don't people ever just stop?! I was upstairs so my Mum had answered the door before I got downstairs. I heard faint voices, as I approached the stairs.
'Good evening ma', I heard a baritone voice.
'Oh, good evening o', my mother replied in a really thick Yoruba accent.
'Please ma, I'm asking of Toun....Adetoun Miller'. That was when I got downstairs. The visitor was Segun. My mother looked at him, then looked at me like I was an escort who now allowed men into her home or something. I was pretty shocked to say the least when I saw him. What was he doing here? He had neither called nor sent a text since the drama he put up at work yesterday. I did not call him either. I just could not. His reaction to the whole issue really took me by surprise.
'Toun...hi', he said. I made a face, which if he properly interpreted and understood would mean, 'shut your mouth, this is my mother'. As if being touched by a magical wand, he said ,'E kaale ma' to my Mum and prostrated halfway. My mother was just watching the show. I stood there like a glass doll, not knowing what to say or do. Mum looked at Segun, then at me as if searching for answers to what was going on at that moment. She looked at Segun again and asked,
'Adetoun, is he the one?' She had started again.
'Oooohhhhhh Mummy, not again!' I held Segun's arm and dragged him outside. I had spent the last four hours of this fateful day listening to my mother's lecture on 'When will you marry?' 'When will you give me a grandchild?'
Do they ever stop?
Translations
E Ekaaro ma- Good morning ma
E Ekaaro kini? Ti mi ba Ekaaro nko?- Keep your greetings to yourself.
Sleeping oshi so? - I honestly don't know 😂😂
PS: Three more episodes and its a wrap. Yes! Its ending soon. Once again, its pure fiction, not the story of my life. Questions and suggestions are highly welcome. Thank you!
The doorbell woke me, again. The person must have been standing at the door for quite sometime because at first, I thought the doorbell was from my dream. Who could it be? I wondered. It was a Saturday and laziness was taking over me. I just had to shower so I'd have a better nap, about two hours ago. I didn't intend on going out today so whoever was at the door can just go back to wherever he or she came from. I dozed off. The doorbell continued ringing. I was angry and began to mutter some Yoruba language to myself. I was about pulling the pillow over my head when I heard the voice.
'Adetoun I know you are in there. My friend, will you open this door?!' That voice! My mother! My typical African mother! I immediately jumped out of bed and raced downstairs. I didn't have time to rearrange the living room as she was now banging the door.
'Mummy Ekaaro ma', I knelt down fully. When was the last time I even did that?
'Ekaaro kini? Ti mi ba kaaro nko? I've been knocking for the past 30 minutes. Are you hungover or something? Is there a man in this house that you're hiding?' She had started again. She had hardly stepped into the house, she has started shouting.
'Mummy, I'm sorry. I was sleeping', I said quietly.
'Sleeping oshi wo? What kind of a woman sleeps like that? And you say you want to get married? Is this how you'll be behaving in your husbands house? Answer me now'
'Mummy..I'm s...'
'Will you keep quiet! You don't talk when I'm talking', she blurted. My eyes widened. Didn't she just demand for an sneer just now? Or probably I now have an ear infection and can't hear properly. I just kept quiet and collected her bag.
'Get me some water, I'm very thirsty. This Lagos traffic is something else. I have been driving for the past three hours. Only for me to get here and you lock me out' she said taking her seat.
'Mummy I'm sorry okay? I just had a really rough day yesterday so I had to sleep on. Besides, it's Saturday and you didn't tell me you were coming'
'So I have to seek your permission to enter my own house? Ehn, Adetoun? Is that what you are telling me?' She was raising her voice, she did not even drink the water. Whoever pissed her off this bad honestly did not try. At all, the person did not try. She will now be pouring the anger on me. Hian!
'That's not what I mean', I smiled. 'What I'm saying is, I still spoke to you two days ago and you said nothing about coming to see me today'
'I wanted it to be a surprise. Or is it not good surprising my daughter?' She said. I couldn't help but laugh. This woman is hilarious. I got up from my seat and sat beside her on the couch.
'Mum, surprises are beautiful but its not for Lagosians. What if I wasn't home?' I told her, holding her hand in mine.
'Oya sorry o. So coming to see you now is a crime?' She said removing her hand. She was going to change it. Sensing that, I got up.
'What will you eat? I have jollof rice in the freezer. Should I microwave it for you?'
'Yes dear. I am really hungry.
**** *********** *******
6:49pm
The doorbell rang. Who was it again? Don't people ever just stop?! I was upstairs so my Mum had answered the door before I got downstairs. I heard faint voices, as I approached the stairs.
'Good evening ma', I heard a baritone voice.
'Oh, good evening o', my mother replied in a really thick Yoruba accent.
'Please ma, I'm asking of Toun....Adetoun Miller'. That was when I got downstairs. The visitor was Segun. My mother looked at him, then looked at me like I was an escort who now allowed men into her home or something. I was pretty shocked to say the least when I saw him. What was he doing here? He had neither called nor sent a text since the drama he put up at work yesterday. I did not call him either. I just could not. His reaction to the whole issue really took me by surprise.
'Toun...hi', he said. I made a face, which if he properly interpreted and understood would mean, 'shut your mouth, this is my mother'. As if being touched by a magical wand, he said ,'E kaale ma' to my Mum and prostrated halfway. My mother was just watching the show. I stood there like a glass doll, not knowing what to say or do. Mum looked at Segun, then at me as if searching for answers to what was going on at that moment. She looked at Segun again and asked,
'Adetoun, is he the one?' She had started again.
'Oooohhhhhh Mummy, not again!' I held Segun's arm and dragged him outside. I had spent the last four hours of this fateful day listening to my mother's lecture on 'When will you marry?' 'When will you give me a grandchild?'
Do they ever stop?
Translations
E Ekaaro ma- Good morning ma
E Ekaaro kini? Ti mi ba Ekaaro nko?- Keep your greetings to yourself.
Sleeping oshi so? - I honestly don't know 😂😂
PS: Three more episodes and its a wrap. Yes! Its ending soon. Once again, its pure fiction, not the story of my life. Questions and suggestions are highly welcome. Thank you!
Comments
Post a Comment