HAPPY 70TH B-DAY MUM...The conclusion of my tribute... Still on secondary school days.. The hoopla was always there every morning before i set for school.For one reason or the other,am always running late..And mum is always following me all about the house as i search for a clean singlet to ironing my shirt.Then those Socks! Hmmmm! those words still echo These socks havent seen water for how many weeks nowInyama! Then to food...I must eat naaa. For those who knew me then,u recall i was a very fat boy or better still lets funkify it by saying chubby All she will keep shouting is Habitual late comer Meanwhile, these only occur from Tuesdays to Fridays. Mondays!!! Who born monkey?Popsy normally returns to station on Mondays and there is always an extra effort to leave home early. Even though i have to painfully skip my breakfast.. The climax of this late coming was in my last year in school...Aha!! I was already a senior and i became commander in Chief of late coming. Was strolling pass the kneeling junior students one fateful morning when suddenly i heard a familiar voice call outMr Okosun Mr Okosun see one late comer passing bye I was shocked to see mum in the car of my aunt Mrs Asemota(May God bless her soul). Okosun(House/games master) is well known in my family because dad was once a Vice Principal in my school and we lived several years in that same compound. Okosun will reply Haaa! he is a senior student namy mum and aunt insisted i get punished.My wondering of their mission to my school stopped as i remembered my cousin was also a student so his mum might have come to see a teacher or vp(My aunt also had enough on her plate)That was how i knelt down with those junior students with my well ironed baggie fa! there were a few giggles here and there by the juniors and yours sincerely didnt fail to mark faces. From then on,i tried not to get late again for fear of being embarrassed by Mr Okosun especially now that he made it a point of duty to check for me in the assembly hall.. They gave Okosun a mile he took an inch.. Shuo! Okosun nor let me drink water put cup down again as he will now look out for me everyday.. Nor be small thing.... My writing was always horrible. Mum always described it as the scratches of a chicken fingers. She wondered how teachers managed to mark my papers because according to her,she fails those sort of writings without straining her eyes to see what they wrote. Now,without sentiments or exaggeration,mum has the best writing i have ever seen till date. At times,she wants someone to copy her lesson note for her... I was always exempted.One of the few times i treasured my bad writing. Those were exclusive duties of my older and younger sis as well as an aunt living with us. Each time she gives that duty to someone,Tokunbos joy must be cut short by getting something else to do. Then I cant forget the letter I and the word Next while in primary school,each time she goes through my homework,i must use small letter for I in a sentence and spell Next as Nest.Till today,whenever am writing(Not modern day typing)I subconsciously remember the knocks which she used in drumming them into me. Despite having so many helpers as relatives living with us,mum would make sure i do some derogatory work shaaaa! i was made to learn how to pound yam,grind pepper with grinding stone despite the availability of the blender oh!.Infact she took special interest in that pepper grinding because of some relatives who used to sneak to help me out.. After school certificate exams(just before results came out0Those were the most horrifying years... I was meant to cook for those that have gone to school..Thats how today,i challenge anybody to cook a sweeter beans than i do and garden egg sauce..Even Owo... Thanks mum,all what i complained of then has shaped me into whom i am today.Although the only one you didnt succeed in forcing down my throat was that clothes washing...That one nor work.Infact,my first weekend in the University,while my friends Tony and John set out to wash,I was busy looking for Yaro.That was how Yaro began to wash our clothes from the beginning to the end.. Above all,thanks dear mum.As i wish you many more merrier years ahead,I promise to satisfy that long long desire of yours.... See as them they wait to hear wetin MANCHELOR wan talk. Taaaaaaaa!
Posted on: Wed, 19 Mar 2014 06:02:55 +0000
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