My mother has always been a very observant woman. She noticed little things, things that seemed irrelevant. She is also very proud she has three girls, she didn’t allow us to make excuses based on gender. We are her children without emphasis on the female aspect.
When I was very little, my father’s elder sister Aunty Oby came to visit. She told my mother that she needed to have a male child next. My mother told her she wanted three children and she has them already. The next week, my aunt came with prayer warriors to deliver my mother’s womb. My mother received them well, cooked for them but when it was 12:00 am, the time for her to fight for her womb with the prayer warriors my mother was sleeping. When my father woke her up she told him she would only lose her sleep for something valuable not shouting at God and commanding Him for another child. Aunty Oby is my father’s only sister which should have forced my mother to obey her but after that incident, she respected my mother and distanced herself from our family issues.
“Yes”. “I…….. didn’t get the job”.
I told him everything and when I looked up, my mother was standing by the couch. I apologized for not getting the job and promised things I couldn’t provide.
In the evening, while my mother and I prepared plantain porridge, Cheta called. When it started to ring the second time, I held the phone. “It’s Cheta” I told my mom, waiting for her to help me decide.
“Don’t pick it, she expects you to be in the office or overwhelmed with stress. Let her think that till Sunday when she comes with Adora”.
I started dreading Sunday. Different scenarios played in my head. I wished my miracle would come before then.