So I found myself watching the Big Bang Theory not too long ago. I watch the show a lot if I’m honest, still haven’t figured out who’s supposed to be the funny guy mind you. Anyways, as I continued to watch, hunger grew on me. Those ones where my tummy was fighting for attention and eventually I succumbed. Despite being afternoon I can’t start my day without breakfast, some sort of wired in logic perhaps. But when I opened the fridge I noticed that not only were we outta milk, we were practically out of food! My mum has been away recently, three and a half weeks back in Nigeria but if ever there was a time where her presence was missed, this was it! Ended up eating a bowl of cereal without any milk; you couldn’t imagine how much damage this does to the roof of your mouth. Didn’t know if I was munching on bran flakes or shards of glass.
Other household supplies were down too. Ended up mixing the last drops of washing up liquid with water just so I could finish the dishes. Obviously I could’ve just popped out to the shops and pick up some supplies myself but I was hit with a bad case of man-flu which put me out of action. Mum usually takes care of that too, although she has this African remedy which she claims can cure anything. The flu, a bad cough, an open wound, bank overdraft, just drink that remedy and by her logic it’ll cure it right up. It looks like something Harry and Hermione whipped up in Hogwarts but dare I say it does the trick. I was also without that person who I could offload on. After long hours at work, you appreciate having that person who you can bitch about your co-workers with.
I’ve come to accept my mum’s flaws as well, nobody’s perfect aye. I could do without her indirects though. “Who is the foolish person who left the heater on all day”… “but mum, you know I’m the only person in the house”. And people wonder why I’ve got first class in sarcasm. Growing up she was also the ‘I hit you cos I care’ type of parent. I call her right hook Michael Jackson cos’ it’ll make a grown man change complexion. Also, give her a chance to floss and she’ll take it, no matter her circumstance. She recently got a new car that’ll shame her enemies to take the long way back home. She just be taking casual rides to the corner shop just to make sure someone’s seen her lol. And don’t get me started on her garments. If my mum was more social she’d probably be one of those Instagram girls with 10k followers and have ‘contact management for booking details’ in her bio. I would’ve said 20k but that’s the stats of a bad b*%!#… let’s not get ahead of ourselves here.
I’ve come to accept my mum’s flaws as well, nobody’s perfect aye. I could do without her indirects though. “Who is the foolish person who left the heater on all day”… “but mum, you know I’m the only person in the house”.
Growing up in a single parent household was challenging, far from the richest upbringing yet I was always clothed and fed for which I am forever grateful… some days food was a bit light but that’s another blog entirely. . I’m having so many of those moments where I reflect and appreciate how much she’s done for me and I love her so. And I’m not talking about you guys who let everyone know your ‘love’ for your parents on Mother’s/Father’s Day even though you blocked their Facebook friend requests. Or you guys who are balling on Instagram yet your parents’ can’t afford the movie channels on Sky. Lord knows we don’t need tragedies like the Paris shootings to realise how much we appreciate people. As annoying as she can be, she’s the most important person in my life which will never change.. and my legal team were unable to break me out of our long standing mother-son contract so I’m stuck with her no matter what ;-).
Joe
Joe Oriade Blogs 