Daniella: God made me special
Me: yes, who told you.
Daniella: Pastor Caroline. She told me that when I was born, I was in the hospital and wasn’t talking and eating and sleeping.
Me: Yes, you have an album and my book kept for you. When you grow you have them and show your children.
Daniella: did someone feed my babies?
Me: I don’t know
Daniella: oh Jesus Christ, you mean someone didn’t feed my babies? Oh Jesus Christ of Nazareth, you mean somebody didn’t give my babies food? This is ridiculous, every Sunday my babies don’t eat. This is crazy. Oh I am sorry to say that to you.
Me: (silent and wondering what next she will say)
Daniella: I will work in the shop and buy food for my babies. I am tired to feed my babies. Mummy, I kept my baby in my room, who brought this baby over here?
Me: Daniella, isi n’agba m ghala ghala biko rapu m aka.
Daniella: your head is running away? But you lied, see your head sitting down.
Me: (silence is best, at this rate I can’t keep up)
Isn’t is a miracle? A child that was barely talking as at January 2018, now bores me with her unpunctuated speeches.
Daniella: I want you to buy TV for my room, I want a TV in my room. Like Makaya’s TV. Can I use your iPad? You’re using it? Will it take long? This is going to take long. Mummy can’t you hear Daniella? Mummmy????
Me: (I am all ears and eyes, in this situation, silence might help me more than saying a word.)