Just the two of them

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An ‘Amen’ Moment
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Baby Walakolombo
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The Introduction

An ‘Amen’ Moment

Though barely two years old, Chairman is already displaying smile – worthy intelligence. He sees steam emitting from a hot plate, pot or bucket and goes ‘e ot’. It’s hot. His hands are always clasped together as soon as he walks into the bathroom with an accompanying ‘and’ pronouncement because he has witnessed his sister washing hers countless times before. He says ‘poo poo’, goes ahead and does the deed, then returns, reeking, to repeat ‘poo poo’ signifying his accomplishment. Displaying the beginnings of a gentleman, he utters an endearing, baby ‘na nu ’,thank you, (my beau says it sounds more like ‘daalu’) when given anything. To his dad’s chagrin, Chairman calls him by his first name or the endearment I use for him. However, it is his perception of some prayer times in the house that strikes a chord with me. He says ‘amen’ when food, in a plate, appears in front of anyone because he knows that there will be praying before eating. He does the same when he notices, at night, I’m done making beds and sleep is next on the agenda for his sister and him.  The only difference here is that he also attempts to[…]

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Baby Walakolombo

In the middle of the night after feeding Chairman, if I thought he was going to go right back to sleep, I was so wrong. He burps, waits for me to lay him down on the bed before saying ‘Baby, baby.’ That’s when I know it might be a looong, middle of the night. The hook of Alex Zitto’s Baby Walakolombo became his soothing song while he was still less than a year old. It popped out of my mouth the day before his naming ceremony, and has since been a hit with him as well as all family members – nuclear and extended. For T, the following words – Toluwani o/ I beg you, don’t cry o/ Toluwani, wani/… — sang to the tune of Olufunmi by Styl – plus got her attention. Until my beau stopped me from singing it, saying he didn’t quite like the original words of Olufunmi which were what he heard every time I rendered T’s version.  I replaced it with Chris Mba’s Baby Don’t cry as imported from my elder brother’s house. Imagine his two year old singing it to her baby sibling! Now that I think of it, why didn’t I ever[…]

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The Introduction

Tinsel is in a few minutes, and I am just about settling down into my favourite part of the settee when I notice there are hands on the curtains, pulling them. No, yanking and tugging at them to see if they’d give. As I change direction and attempt a rescue, a yellow, plastic chair slides on the floor (barely missing my legs) and past the curtains on its way to a space behind the standing fan in the corner. It stops and a pair of small, skinny, slightly long legs jumps on the settee to celebrate a well – executed move. Ah, there’s something more exciting going on there, thinks the curtains strainer who promptly abandons ship and joins the jumping fun on the settee. Now, there are two sets of small legs on the settee, testing their durability. Firmly and a little loudly, my voice breaks up the party. ‘Stop jumping and come down,’ I instruct, and as if on cue, the Tinsel soundtrack fills the air. Immediately, the little girl of the pair jumps onto the floor and starts displaying dance moves her father claims have my influence all over them: I’m yet to see the similarity. Her[…]

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