Mama Drama

Happy New Year everybody, hope this good new year will be a wonderful experience for you, as for me, I’m feeling positive about this year I don’t know I started the year feeling a bit melancholy ( I know big word, told you this year is a reason to be positive), but with a song in my head (I’m not telling, lets see if the song really is predictive) and as the minutes ticked on by I realised that I’m still alive, I feel at peace and while I’ve not completed everything I wanted to do in the last year, this year will bring its own joys, disappointments and excitements, and you know I just can’t wait for it!!!

Ok this is a warning, the next few blogs will involve my Mama Drama’s or to be more precise, the wonderfully complicated and totally crazy world of me and my mother, but more my mother.

My mother is a wonderful human being, she is articulate, intelligent, supportive and I love her (sometimes) and like her (sometimes).

The extent of my love and like of her depends on just how much she pissed me off that day, month, week, or hour, but as a whole, she is the most wonderful person I’ve ever had the privilege of ever meeting.

The problem is that my mother is a kook, yes I said it, the woman is neurotic, paranoid and a pain the behind, my mother could see an ant and determine that, that is the reason she hates Nigeria and that she would rather live in another country, continent, or on the moon, (like she could stand any of those places when she was there, except for the moon which she’s not been to).

My mother is currently in a weird place in her life, all her children (bar me) are in England or America, she’s moved back to Nigeria after over 10 years in England and America, as such she is getting back into the groove of Nigeria. The problem is that my mother does not want to get back into the groove, while my father is soooooooo pleased to be back with the ‘boys of Igbobi’!! (boys ok then, lets continue deluding ourselves), she’s having trouble adjusting after 5 years now!

Don’t get me wrong, my mother has her old girls meeting, her friends and family, but Nigeria no longer makes sense to her. She cannot understand why light keeps going out and we are spending loads of money on diesel. She cannot understand why people would park in front of your gate effectively blocking your exit from your house and get mad when you tell them about it and most of all she cannot understand, why house maids are thieving or lazy, drivers are inclined to kill you, the young beggers on the street and their mothers, her parents and Nigerian driving.

So you’ve been warned, it only gets crazier from here on end. Enjoy