At first peep of the day, while the fowls were mindlessly coming out from their roosts, a loud persistent knock at the gate woke me up. I listened and lay back.
I was astonished when mother dragged her feet to our room to ask my sleepy head to get the door. I wondered why she singled me out but quickly obeyed.
I was startled to see the two of them – Ukadi and his mother, Nwakaego. It dawned on me that my mother didn’t go to sleep after the coming of my uncle the previous day.
To the best of my knowledge, Ukadi was somewhere in Lagos at the time my uncle visited with the pleasing news against him and according to his mother the day she visited me at school with the things Ukadi bought for me, he won’t be coming until the end of July. But it was the second week and there he was. I thought there was more to it than could meet the eyes.
“Good morning, sir! Good morning, ma!” I greeted them both without a smile and glanced casually at the well within our compound, left side of the gate and nursed the crazy thought – wishing they could blindly walk into it by themselves. That was very crazy thought of mine. I was glad thoughts didn’t happen.
“How are you, my love! Sorry, I didn’t inform you I would be coming home.” Ukadi said and put his left arm around my mid-section but I quickly moved away to avoid his hold.
Who’s your love? I asked in silence.
“How are you my daughter, hope everything is fine.” said his mother.
I’m fine. Thank you, ma. I replied.
Before I could announce their arrival to anyone , mother had already ran to them, in her best behavior with unnecessarily laughter escaping her mouth every now and then as they talked. She led them to the sitting room.
My father joined in a minute. Small talks and shorts of something strong followed- my father kept whisky exclusively for early morning male visitors. Ukadi took one short and my father took up to three.
Ukadi spoke up.
Everyone listened to his discourse without an interception. But I noticed my father’s legs shook non-stop as he spoke and noticed my mother wasn’t happy about the leg shaking.
She abhored leg shaking when with visitors. She would always tell us it was a sign of boredom – to her it showed people you’re with bore you to death or that you found what they’re saying extremely unimportant and you couldn’t just wait for the cock and bull story to be done with.
She gave my father a secret quick eye-blink to stop, but father seemed intractable as he increased the shaking. I couldn’t control a churkle and everyone looked at me. Mother gave me a sign to disappear from there since I couldn’t behave myself. I obeyed but Ukadi asked me to stay.
Those were too much of a drama for a young day. Mother ignored father and I and gave a hearty warm smile for his son-in-law to-be and co-mother-in-law.
“Welcome once again.” Father began after clearing his throat and swallowing his spittle in an exaggerated way. “I’m happy you came. I was planning on how to meet with you Ukadi. I want to use this medium to tell you that–” he cleared his throat again. ” that the palm head you’re about to cut down is not ripe yet.”
Mother jerked and got up, walked briskly to father and whispered something in his ear. Father got up.
“Please our in-laws, excuse us. Sorry for this. We’ll be back in no time.” She said and both of them walked to a corner and mum talked to him but I noticed she didn’t finish when father hastened back to his position.“Sorry for keeping you waiting.”
“It’s okay, ” Ukadi said.
As I was saying, Amaka has not yet made up her mind for this marriage. She has no interest.” I saw mother
entwine her fingers and placed each elbow on each of her bent knee, head bent.
I only hoped she didn’t cry because the drama would be too tense for my pleasure.
“What are you trying to say, sir? Please hit the nail on the head, sir. I’m a man, there is nothing the eyes will see and shed blood.” Ukadi said and her mother began to lamented. My mother got up to console her with words of hope.
“Don’t give up yet, everything will be alright in the end. Our enemies will never win,” she said and I found it hard to sit and watch. I got up and Ukadi walked to me. Put both alms on my shoulders and looked into my eyes. I squeezed my face in defiance and he withdrew his arms. Walked to his seat and lowered himself slowly in it.
He bent his head and it was his turn to shake his legs. I watched his mum try to calm him down by nursing his knee. I watched her hand shook from the shaking of his legs and was not touched a bit by their emotional display. I felt like I’ve turned very wicked but they should all end it today and leave me alone. My father deserved a thank you hug and I was sure to hail him when the storm would be gone.
To be continued….
© Florence Ezekafor
I’ve been nominated by two awesome bloggers for the Liebster Award.
Dawn Ivey is a great minister of the Word of God. Her daily blog; Drawing Closer To Christ has always been a source of inspiration, encouragement and renewal.
Micheal Ogazie is an outstanding blogger in the blogosphere, the author of a powerful informative blog; Micbloggy.
Thank you guys for recognising and supporting my blog through this Award.
Please visit Dawn’s and Micheal’s blogs. You’ll never regret you did.
A Little About This Award.
Liebster award is internet based given by bloggers to fellow bloggers and it’s a way of connecting with and supporting other bloggers.
1. Thank the blogger who nominated you.
2. Share 11 facts about yourself.
3. Answer the 11 questions the blogger
4. Nominate 11 bloggers and make them happy!
5. Make up to 11 questions for your nominees to answer.
6. Notify your 11 nominees.
11 Facts About Myself
1. I was born and brought up in my great nation, Nigeria.
2. I lived in UAE – Dubai for ten awesome years.
3. I’m the fourth child of my parents. We’re seven by the way.
4. I’m married the best man in the world with three wonderful children.
5. My first car was 2007 Toyota Yaris sedan.
6 I’m terrified by great heights. I’d fall before the actual fall.
7 Looking at large water bodies make the world around me spin. I actually hold the ground for support.
8. My first mobile phone was Sony Ericsson T100 and it slept under my pillow the first night while I had insomnia checking it every now and then.
9. I’m an educator, a passionate creative writer and a Food Scientist.
10. I’m highly attracted to great brains – great orators – they hardly pass me by.
11. I’m a Catholic to the bones and I’m an ardent adorer of Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament.
My Answer To Dawn’s Questions
1. Who would you want to have dinner with and why?
My long gone father, he was a funny man and I didn’t get to have dinner alone with him.
2. What inspired you to start writing a blog?
I needed an outlet for millions of ideas and thoughts clouding my mind each day. The urge to air my work was very strong, I couldn’t control. I started with wattpad before opening my own website by the way.
3. How would you describe yourself in one sentence?
I’m calm, smart and unpredictable.
4. What is an important lesson you’ve learned in life?
Be kind to others and you’ll be happy. No one can make you happy except you.
5. What is your favorite food?
Rice and Ofe-akwu
6. What is your favorite memory?
My childhood with my siblings growing up together, the laughter, the friendship, the fights and play – the good old days.
7. What is your favorite color and why?
Sea Green – no particular reason.
8. Do you have a role-model? If so, who is it?
My role model is my mother – when my dad passed away while we were still tender, she became very strong for me and my siblings, fought and worn many physical battles to keep our father’s properties from being snatched away- that particular struggle made her my role model – I’m strong because she’s strong. . I’m mostly happy because she taught us how to be happy despite the struggles. She made us laugh a lot. You’ll likely meet me smiling or gigling when with her. She’s a comedian in the making, a cheer leader…..I could go on and on.
9. With whom do you enjoy spending time?
10. Do you prefer cold or hot weather?
None. I like it normal.
My Answer To Mcheal’s Questions
1. What is the title of your first blog post on WordPress?
Dogs Don’t Care
2. Suggest how you wish to spend your next vacation?
I would love this vacation to be with my husband and kids and the place to be OIA, Greece, Santorini.
3. Why did you choose your best?
I have no idea, my best has this charm about him.
4. What do you have to say about Nigerian corrupt leaders?
I’ll only talk about myself when I get there.
5. What do you think is best way of living a well meaning life?
To live a well meaning life one must cultivate the habit of letting go of the unpleasant past.
Show love to those around you and try each day to make someone happy.
Let God guide your path of life.
6. Which site is having the highest number of followers on WordPress?
I have no idea Micheal, it could be them today, it could be me the next.
7. Which areas do I have to improve on MicBloggy?
Your blog looks great to me, I enjoy informative posts. All you need is keep posting your good quality content.
8. Why do you choose to follow my blog?
Haha! This is tricky one..first off, before I follow any blog, I read the tagline, once it appeals to me, I delve into it’s contents and once my experience is good, I stick around for a long time. I like your blog posts for the inspiration and information.
9. Who do you think will win the United States election as President in the year 2020?
I have no idea, Micheal. It’s a game and no one is sure of the winner before the end.
10. Why do you conclude that your mother’s food is the best?
Because, despite the fact that the ingredients used are minimal compared to the standard ingredients, one could eat her meal and eat the fingers or spoon in the process.
11. Who are Biafrans?
Biafrans are the Indigenous people of the Igbo land, inhabiting the southeastern part of Nigeria. The name Biafra came to be as a result of the burning desire of the Igbos to have a country of their own called Biafra.
If you’re nominated, please write a post, it will mean so much to a lot of bloggers. But if time won’t permit you, reblog this Liebster Award Post right away. Good luck.💙
My 11 Nominees are;
2. Bukola Orry
3. Yamsak Singh
4. Happy Tonic
9. Read On
10. Today’s Blog
Congratulations to you all.👏👏👏👏
Questions To My Nominees.
1. What are your favorite blog topics?
2.Which of your blog posts do you think is the best?
3. What is your country of origin what do you like about your country?
4. How is your emotional state when looking at an adult crying bitterly?
5. If you were to live someone else’s life, who would it be and why?
5. If you were placed in an air-conditioned room for a whole day, how comfortable would you be?
6. When you become the president of your country, will you still blog?
7. What is the one food you’ll not eat for all the gold in the world?
8. How many books have you finished reading this month?
9. On a scale of 1 to 10, with ten as the strongest, how would you rate your passion for exercise?
10. What character/attitude of yours do you like most?
11. How do you deal with annoying company?
Thanks for coming this far with me.
Lots of Love
If you had a pet and your pet were sick, would you ask for permission from your boss to cater for it for a day or two? This might be normal for bosses from certain locations but for some others like mine, it would definitely raise eyebrows.
Being nice is good. Saying yes to every request one can handle is also nice because every act of kindness is fulfilling even when the process is sacrificial. The feeling of contentment follows every act of kindness.
But when on the contrary one feels regrets, sad and bitter before, during or after what was supposed to be an act of kindness, it means that it’s not done willingly and one shouldn’t do something good for someone else that one would regret doing.
But the thing is, ‘no’ is never an acceptable answer to a request. Some people look at the person who says no as bad. They won’t understand why.
If B asks A for something, something B knows A can offer, A is not expected to say no, he’s expected to say yes to continue to be that loving person.
If A says no to B’s request, it’s likely that B will feel bad and even take an offence, but in pretence may say, “it’s okay. I’ll manage” – an external show, deep inside B will be thinking, “You have what I’m asking for, yet you’ve denied me of it, you’re just being wicked.”
So instead of saying no, A might say yes and make a promise that he or she will end up not fulfilling for fear of being labelled ‘a bad person’.
But failing to keep a promise is worse than saying no to a request.
Personally I find saying no hard but breaking a promise brings tears to my eyes especially when there is nothing to do..
I choose to say no when I can’t be able to help.
What about you? Do you find it hard to say no to requests you know you can’t be able to fulfill?