I SET MYSELF ABLAZE (The ABONIKI Tale...) Someone said the heart of a mother is a deep abyss, at the bottom of which youll always find forgiveness. Ive drawn so much from this abyss a plethora of times that I fail to remember the counts. Well, heres another tale.... I was one of those nearly hard-to-crack-nut kids. And Mummy was almost always pushed to the wall, I mean, tipped over. Just that Shed never been the Kirishi tempered kind and her gentleness couldnt be outwitted, she always loved still. I was just different! From my siblings, everyone! And a different thought always ran in my mind, still does. I loved exploring my thoughts, evil or genuine, and they always got me in trouble, BIG trouble most times. (smiles at the memories) Like every Me, I abhorred the idea of house work!(was the lazy type back then) Still crumple my face at the thought of it, twas my waking bane! Doing the dishes? Oh no! That was the meanest house chore!!! Still wonder why disposables aint the in thing?! Dont judge me, dish-washing just slows my pace. 25th Dec 2011; around 2.30 GMT, was one of those days when my silly prank paid-me-bad-money. We had returned from church after the necessary-always-poorly-attended Christmas service was concluded and unusually that year Christmas-lunch was already ready, just waiting to be served. Lunch was supposed to be amidst watching the Tv and siblings-chat, but I choose the room, in a bid to stay out of mind, out of work! The plot was, after eating, Iud quitely and noiselessly return the stuff to the kitchen without notice. Then sneak back in and nap; just to drown out the whole Christmas frenzy and have some Me-time(Love Me-times sooo much). The idea was if I napped, Iud evade serving the visitors who were likely going to stop by, and me wanted NO stress. Truth;DIDNT WANT TO DO THE DISHES!!!! Was sneaking back to the room when Mummy and I met at the corridor. Chineke! Was I scared?! The visitors had already been served, I was so sure the next thing would be, Ifygirl, pls gather all the plates and wash them when everyones done in that conventional very-feminine-love-laden-MyMummys voice. I had to be quick, evading her was outta the question, so before we came close up, I bent over slightly, crinched my face and was going to place my hands on my tummy when I recalled that that was now a stale-trick that had in recent times failed to evoke the usual work-exempting-sympathy and today was a day to attribute whatever tummy ache to overfeeding. I really needed, had to get, todays work-exempting-sympathy and no old-trick was gonna foil my plan. I quickly retraced my hands, the left on the rib region and the right to my back, my face still pained. Ifygirl whats wrong, I smiled within, thank God, twas working already. Mummy I dont know o, just been feeling pains around here, I replied, indicating my rib region, in that familiar baby-voice-for-Mummy(wait until you talk to Daddy, youll sound like dem guys to yourself*laughs, na joke o!*) It would be cold now, what else? Youve been exposed to cold, sorry. Go and lie down, let me see what Iud do, sorry mmn? mmh, still kept up with the voice thing. My inner-smile threatened to surface, I walked unsteadily into the room, shut the door behind and grinned, that was it! Just like that! I laid down and pulled the quilt. Few minutes later, Mummy came in with the dreaded ABONIKI balm. Ewoooo! My sorrow knew no bounds, nke m had kpome!(#myownhadfinished) I was asked to pull off, then the evil balm was applied amidst lotsa sorry to my mmh grunts. After the administering, she helped me get back into my clothes, laid me down and covered the quilt. Some seconds after shed left, my body went ABLAZE! Aboniki ROAST me!(Naija accent) I regretted the trick, repented severally, nearly cried, but the balm kept its fire. I had to do something, so I got up, pulled off again and used the quilt to wipe my body, in a bid to get the balm off me. It reduced the intensity, but the fire was still burning. I KNEW better after..... *Smilling sooo hard* Ive done worst things, though a better child now, but this incident cleaves to memory. Though Mummy knew I had to be pulling a trick as usual, she still didnt take chances. Looking back, Her standing in the gap for me, has been the major reason Im rooted in the Lord today. God bless my Mummy and all the women who have given their daughters and sons the best gift ever; introducing them to Jesus. Youll always be my role model. Hope to bring up more Godly children than even my siblings and I, thanks to your example. Youll forever be a Mother in Zion! God bless all GENIUNE MUMMIES... #IfyGirl
Posted on: Sun, 30 Mar 2014 18:23:13 +0000
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