MY LULLABY, GONE

It's been a cold night with drizzles of rain drumming the baseline for the symphonic melody coming from my mom's nightingale voice..... Naah! Don't mind the title and that first line, this isn't about music, it's about food, the true lullaby for my stomach.

Even when I was a baby, there was no way you could send me to bed without good food. Infact I started eating eba when I was two months old as I wasn't the type to compete with my elders (my dad) for breast. So if you thought you were about to read about music, sorry I'm not sorry, because I and my brother almost killed two of my cousins over the weekend.

If you saw my post some days ago, you would've known what I passed through last week because my mom decided to play an expensive joke. Well, later in the week, my elder brother joined me at home and trust my mom to be consistent, she did it again. I will soon abandon this woman, it seems she doesn't understand that she's too old for all these expensive plays.

But then I thought it couldn't be that bad because big bro was there. And I was right, he suggested we prepare something of our own. Since we have afang planted in our backyard, all we needed was waterleaf to compliment it.

We will show our mom that she's not the only one with the sauce. So we went hunting for waterleaf which we eventually stole from a primary school garden just by our street. Did I say steal? I'm sorry we're not thieves, we only borrowed.

Ooops! There was no gas and we had just used our last money to buy excess meat and fish. Over to firewood then. The process was kind of smooth, just that we inhaled a lot of smoke while blowing the fireplace in a bid to spark the fire. As far as food is concerned, persistence is a virtue.

All these while, we had two of my cousins giving us moral support. They were a perfect blend of mischief, but they were unnecessarily kind and supportive. We finished cooking, and in between, the rain had started falling. The aroma was so sweet that me and my brother started speaking queen's English.

Wait, now that the queen has died and King Charles has taken over, do we switch from queen's English to king's English? 🤔

Well I and my elder brother were so excited that we were salivating at the prospect of sending this sweet smelling and delicious looking afang soup to the realms of the kidneys while laughing at my mom, that my brother didn't notice the little step up as he tried to escape the rain and jump into the verandah.

He stumbled and I watched in slow motion as the pot did a back flip, and instead of landing on its butt, it landed on its hands, our soup spurting all over the place. The whole world freezed with the only thing moving being our soup with meats and fishes floating on top of the running water as it found its way to the drains.

Then came my cousins in husky tones tapping us on the shoulders and saying "In all things, give thanks to God, cos man shall not live by bread alone", then they burst out in a fit of laughter, their voices sounding like fractured voices from the pit of hell, mocking the suffering of the righteous.

Now both me and my brother are broke and mom has gone to church convention. All we have left is oxygen and some water to spice it up. I guess life is all about the free things of nature. But my stomach hasn't rested because it misses its lullaby.

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