Moments with Mo..."The village experience". I was quite put off with this. Back from church, munching on takeout chicken and watching the show. It focused on some chic who's never been to a village before and her experience bla bla bla.
I was quite irritated/disgusted/whatever. I think she over did it.don't get me wrong she was a sweet chic and I'm sure a nice one too but I think she overdid the tushness of self. She peeled the cassava like she's never peeled potatoes before, haba, there were scenes of fetching water from a well, weeding a farm, her screeching at the sight of chickens and goats...I'm sure there was more, I didn't stay to finish the show.
I've fetched water from a well as a young girl, sneaking out with the househelp for the fun of it and begging to throw the bucket in. You can't say you've never seen a well if you live in Nigeria and you were born not less than 20years ago(We've got a well here in lekki where water is pumped into the treatment tank and then it flows in the house,if you've never seen one I'll be glad to take you on a tour for a tiny fee. I'm not judging o!
In secondary school I have cut grass with hoes and cutlass which thank goodness I didn't have to do for long cos nature was on my side and proved me to be a bonafide ajebo:) my hand would swell after a few minutes of swinging the hoe or sweeping or scrubbing, thus I was exempted from those task.
I've watched eagerly as goats and chickens were slaughtered for grandma beside her house. Not once feeling guilty about the animals or even thinking for a second that I would never eat the meat after watching the kill, but excited about the wonders grandma would cook up with the meat.
I have been chased by masquerades, the fierce type that goes around with wipes. They scared the daylight out of me as I screamed and cried at the top of my voice, bursting into grandpas compound and dashing straight to his room to hide while he came out to deal with the evil things. But it was fun, I think they were called 'aleku'. And when I gained enough courage, I would stand by the gate of the house peeping outside and screaming 'ALEKU' at them when they passed and slamming the gate shut when they came close. Once I wasn't so lucky, my aunt just gave me a bundle of mint 5naira notes for Christmas, what do you know, I wasn't fast enough and the wretched things snatched it from my hands.
Gosh I miss the freedom of childhood. Now I have to behave tush anywhere I go. Maybe if I was used for Mo's show I might have been convincing enough, you'd never believe that I ever saw a life chicken in my life.
I could pass for a village girl and I'm proud of it. Although as an adult I'd rather remain in the comfort of the rooms reading a book or watching tv in the village than let the curiosity of my childhood sneak me out with some distant relative, just so I could go everywhere and see everything.
To some extent the lady was believable, but I think she over played the tushness of self(or the script if there was one, messed her up).....I mean she said she was scared of snakes and alligators on the farm,snakes I understand but common, alligators? Ahh, from where?.
I rest my case.
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