i had the best Easter weekend. hopped my way back home to mom. spent a day in Abuja then headed for makurdi. the north is bloodily hot i tell ya.
it felt good being home, where most streets are familiar and have a memory lying in it.
and it was great being moms baby again, sleeping in her bed, following her everywhere and reclaiming that tittle of 'baby of the house', 'mummys handbag', and 'adc'. i hated that the break had to end. i kept sniffing, okay i cried as i hugged her goodbye(i hate goodbyes) and i kept texting her all day.
so my relief therapy was spraying moms perfume all over my favorite scarfs. as i wrap myself in the scent of her i'm a little bit soothed and calmed, and then i cry a little cos i miss her so much.
thats the pains of adulthood, we all want to be grown up so fast and when we get there we're runing back, desperate to cling the childhood that was so blissful but we never enjoyed cos we were runing from it.
i'm back to work, how sad. i had a little chat with afrobabe and it hit me that we're supposed to be mourning Jesus and i tell you two days aint enough to mourn our savior, a whole week should do, i mean its not enough too, but its more reasonable than 2 days.
so, i try so hard not to get obsessed with my nieces when it comes to blogging cos i'd go on and on like a proud mother that i am.
good news is that steph(5) my first niece lost her first tooth. yes, shes now a big girl and i'm proud of her. shes in that frustrating phase of shaky tooth and cute smiles with a roll of teeth missing LMAO.
bad news is the tooth is missing. that's sad cos she missed her first illusion of the tooth fairy, how i told her tales of that fairy(i mean no one bothered with that for me, although i kept my tooth sacred). the story she sadly told me was that her mom gave her chocolate and the next thing the tooth wasn't there when she was done eating. rumor has it that she swallowed it. yuck. of course its just plain rumors we wouldn't tell her the truth, this one time i told her the orange seed she swallowed was going to grow on her head and our family would never lack oranges again cos we got our personal supply...(that didn't go well i tell ya. her prayers against were so hilarious)
prayer time with my nieces is revealing time, unfortunately that's the sole privilege of their mom
so my sister called me the other day to say Gaby(3yrs)during prayers asked that 'God would grant me a safe trip', her big sis steph and her mom curiously asked her where i was traveling to and the sweety said 'shes coming to London' with so much reassurance that her big sister leaped up excitedly and asked 'when?', Gaby replied 'i dont know' (the faith of children)
you see, i've been telling them since January i'm coming and they keep looking forward to it. unfortunatelyi cant make it. the sweet heart even had to start praying by faith. that faith dwindled cos their mom called me yesterday laughing as she narrated the latest 'super prayer'
'God please help aunty FQ stop lying all the time that shes coming soon'...i had to cry a little at that. all they do is scream when i tell them over the phone that i'll soon visit. now they've given up hope and have to pray for God to shut me up from promising 'next week'
i miss the cuties. hope they'll have faith in me again though.
a blogger toochi lost his mom...i know we cant always ask 'why' because we dont have the right to question God. i'm praying for him and i hope y'all do the same. may she rest in peace. i always kept putting off going to see her...wish i did.
and hengish is off to nysc camp tomorrow. now that sucks, wish her the best and hopefully she'll get a nice young man to keep her er...company?
so i've blabbed, just going to send mom a text then its bed time.