Now I understand my mum.

 Hello,


There’s a good chance that once I enter the room, I’ll take a hot shower and dive straight into bed. I’m too tired to even eat — the only thing my body is begging for is deep sleep. It’s been a long day; my whole body aches. I’m extremely tired, but hey, I’m not too tired for you.


Instead, I’ll sit in the car for a couple of minutes and write to you.


While at work today, the only thing I longed for was getting home. The faster I wanted the time to go, the slower it seemed to move. Out of nowhere, I remembered a day when my mum gave me the beating of my life. I thought she was wicked then, but today I understand better.


I can’t remember the details precisely — it’s been decades — but she came back from work on this fortunate/ unfortunate day only to find the plates unwashed. I was supposed to wash them, but guess what I was doing? I was at the junction near my house, standing with other kids watching TV. If you grew up in the trenches like me (and I mean trenches of trenches), you’ll know there was always someone selling CDs with a big TV in front of the shop at night, playing different movies to attract customers. In fact, the movie we were watching that night was SHOLAY.


From where I was standing — Gboahhhhh! — a resounding slap landed on my ear. From that junction all the way home, it was different slaps in different styles. And when we got home? That’s when I received the proper beating. My mum doesn’t like to beat, but when she does — all hell breaks loose.


Looking back now, she must have had a long day at work. She must have been longing for a nice dinner and a warm bath. The dinner was ready, but the only thing stopping it was the plate I hadn’t washed.


I imagined myself in the same situation today — walking into the room to find the whole house messed up — Jupiter’s Cock!


Our parents weren’t wrong for those beatings after all. They shaped us into who we are now. And now that we’re adults, we’re getting a taste of everything we once hated them for.


Adulthood is a scam. I want to go back to being a kid.

You know the annoying thing? As tired as I am, by 6:00 AM tomorrow, I’ll be up again.




No rest for the wicked. *Winks.



Nightie!


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