It's Monday morning and honestly I am not ready for this, Mum is still at my house being her usual chirpy self. she just won't hesitate to let me know about all of her very vivid opinions of me and of my lack of husband situation. I spent all of yesterday afternoon listening to talks of how it doesn't matter just how successful I become, I would still be the object of People's pity and sometimes ridicule.
"You will only shame yourself and not me."
"You want people to make you a subject of their gossips abi."
"Ki n maa fi eti mii gbogbokugbo." (should I keep listening to rubbish with my ears??)
"so that they can say things like she's so wealthy but she just wasn't blessed with a husband or children. Abi they should say she just can't keep a Man her mother must not have trained her well"
Mum just went on ranting. I couldn't even give her an answer because that will just start a different kind of war on it's own.
However close to nightfall, the funniest but not so unexpected thing happened;
You see I had not stepped out of my room since the whole fiasco at noon. I was desperately avoiding My Mum and perfectly too under the supposed guise of reorganizing my closet. that took no less that 30 minutes and I spent the rest of my Sunday binge watching NETFLIX. But My Mother didn't know that. She must have really felt guilty because, at about 7:30pm, there was a knock at the door and My Mother was not screaming she was using her inside voice.
"Akanke mi dear, My Darling, you've been indoors all day" she called;
"You've been indoors all day, won't you even come spend some time with your dear Mother??
oh! My Mother trying to comfort her own guilty conscience. I laughed to Myself pretending I didn't hear her.
"I made pounded yam" she said in a singsong voice. Mum must feel really guilty for all the words she spewed today. but you know what she'll never say?? "sorry". I hear it is a Nigerian Mum thing but that's totally unconfirmed. personally I think it's just a Mum thing period.
Hearing pounded yam I stood up knowing full well that special food, is the closest thing to an apology that I'll ever receive.
"I opened the door and asked What do you want??"
"Eh Eh You better wipe that frown off your face and come and eat pounded yam" was her reply.
I should have known there is no way in hell I can milk on My Mother's guilt for longer than my door opening.
So even though I totally dreaded going to work today courtesy of "you know who", I couldn't be out of my House fast enough because My Mother Would have picked up from where she left off yesterday.
And here I was at quarter past seven, standing in an elevator, going to my office floor, hoping to God that I don't run into a certain Mr. Femi Doyle because I am not ready for that confrontation especially not after how we left things the last time. oh! and by the last time I don't mean Tola's baby, announcement party but a much farther past.
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Old Maid
RomanceAlthough unmarried and in her early thirties, Gbemi had it all the job, the car and the nice apartment. Her relationship with her mother was however, not very good thanks to her unmarried status What happens when she meets her old best friends and...
