Life With My Boy: Naija ‘Faith’ things

‘Mummy, let’s pray for NEPA to bring light’.

He looked into my face, half smiling eyes willing me to agree.

Oya, pray.’ I said.

He shut his eyes and called on God to get ‘NEPA’ to restore the power that had failed moments earlier.

This is Naija.

As a child, you learn to pray about everything. My son was learning fast.

NEPA, was the old acronym for the Electricity board, the new one is PHCN.

The change in name happened even before I got married. But why bother with the new name? When the old problem persists…

It’s been raining intermittently for 2 days now in Lagos.

The laundry of course has refused to dry. I’ve had to alternate between bringing them in when the rain starts and taking them out when it stops.

I would need some of them for my boys to wear to school this week.

One question rings in my mind though,

‘Should I apply the Naija principle and pray for the rain to stop?’

Or do I let nature take its course?

Anybody willing to join their faith with mine?

Anybody with wet laundry that it is…

Ikem riding a bike at his school’s family fun fair. The rain stopped long enough for the event to hold
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Life With My Boys: A Room for Daughter-in-Law

We are in my room, Ikem and I.

I’m chatting with my Sister on IG about an upcoming family friend’s wedding. We are helping out with some stuff and exchanging ideas and pictures. Ikem sees the picture.

Ikem: Mummy, is Aunty K getting married?

Me: Yes.

Ikem: Who is she getting married to?

Me: You already know

He mentions the name of the person, observes that they are usually together and then wonders why everybody wants him on their train (this will be just the second time). Then…

Ikem: So where will they live?

Me: In Uncle E’s house

Pause. Okem enters. We had left him in the bathroom to continue with water play after his evening bath. We move over to their room. I’m dressing Okem up. The discussion continues.

Ikem: I want my wife to move to my house after we get married.

Me: Yes she will

Ikem: So she can stay here?

Me: No. You will move to your own house, then you get married and she’ll move in.

Ikem: But I want to stay close to Shoprite, Mummy please let her come here.

Me: But Shoprite is in a lot of places. You can always go there.

Ikem: Please will you let me get that Spider Man costume from Shoprite when I become an adult?

Me: You can buy whatever you want with your money as an adult

Ikem: So when I get married, my wife will move here and then I will go and get that Spider Man costume.

I try to put it together and then it dawns on me. I had told him marriage was for adults so he believed that once he became an adult, he would get married and of course buy that costume he saw at Party Perfect.

Ikem: Please Mummy can my wife stay here, I want her to stay here.

I decided to agree. No need explaining further. By the time he becomes an adult, he would have figured it out.

Me: Yes she can.

Ikem: Thank you Mummy. Please don’t forget. Mummy will you forget when I become an adult?

Me: No I won’t.

Lol

The End.

LWMB: Turning Water Into Wine

“Turn into wine, turn into wine” Ikem chanted placing his right hand on top the glass cup which rested on his left palm.

We had taken turns to drink water from the dispenser and when he was to bring me a second glass, he suddenly decided to change it to wine. 

We laughed. I drank the water. He got another cup and started again. 

‘You don’t need wine Ikem, what you need is water. It won’t change. 

‘I command you to turn to wine, turn to wine in Jesus name.’ 

Remaining Water in the Glass

‘Why do you want to turn the water to wine?’ I asked. I already guessed the answer.

‘Because Jesus turned water into wine’ came the prompt response.

‘Wine is not for children’. 

‘Mummy, drink this and see if it is wine’. He hands me half a glass of water. 

I drink some of it and thank him for the chilled glass of water. 

While he’s wondering why the water isn’t yet turned to wine, I save this remaining water in the glass for the story. 

The End.

LWMB: Don’t Grow Old Mummy

I have grey hairs already. 

Anyways, it’s inherited. My mum got hers early and also a few of my sisters, so I’m not alone. 

Thing is, my son Ikem doesn’t want me to get old. He understood the concept of getting old last Christmas, we had travelled to the village to spend sometime with family. 

One cold harmattan morning, he was trying to race his grandma round the house as usual but she stopped and told him that she was now old.

He looked hard at her, then walked to me and asked if I would get old like Grandma. I answered in the affirmative and his face fell.

We tried to explain but he insisted that he didn’t want me to get old. We finally let it go.

Fast forward to last night, it’s time for bedtime prayers, he’s praying and he says: 

‘Mummy will not get old in Jesus name’.

I wasn’t quick to answer as that might mean that I would not live long. I tried to correct him.

‘Ikem, everybody will get old one day’, I said. 

In the dimly lit room, kneeling besides the bed, I could see his face fall as tears filled his eyes.

‘But Mummy, you promised me that time that you will not get old’ he said in a shaky voice.

I couldn’t remember making that promise but I wanted the prayer to go on since it was already past his bedtime. So I said okay, just go on and pray. 

He repeated the prayer and I said Amen, he was consoled, we finished up and slept off immediately.

What to do?

The Storytela

LWMB: What Do You Wanna Be?

‘Blood! Blood! Blood! And then death!’

The bunny screamed as she pulled up rolls of red ribbon and then squished a bit of Ketchup to show more blood. She then froze for a second to show death before ‘coming back to life’ to continue her drama.

Ikem sat transfixed as he watched Zootopia. He followed the tiny bunny keenly as she went on to achieve her dreams of becoming a Police Officer. Right there and then, a new dream was birthed.

Here comes the school project and project defence.

Me: Ikem, what do you want to be when you grow up?

Ikem: A Police Officer!

Me:Really?! Why?

Ikem: To help the good guys, to catch the bad guys, to drive a Police Car and own a Police Gun.

Me: Ye! What happened to wanting to become a Pastor?

Project done, defence done. Uncle Too comes visiting some weeks later.

Uncle Too: Ikem, what do you want to be when you grow up?

Ikem: I want to be a Police Officer.

Uncle Too: When I was your age, I wanted to become a Police Officer…

Ikem: But then you became an Uncle

Uncle Too: 😀 Well… You are going to be an Uncle too

Ikem: Nooooooo! I don’t want to be an Uncle, I want to be a Police Officer!

Chilling with Uncle Tochukwu