I was in bed after a rough night battling catarrh and trying to sleep from the effect of a tablet I took when Daniella walked in. She took a close look at my face, I felt her breath. She believed I was asleep. I pretended to be so she won’t start her early morning story-telling. From the corner of my eyes I saw her walk over to the other side of my bed where her baby spent the night and the following ensued;
Daniella: Good morning son, did you miss me? Answer me, did you miss me? Did you disturb grandma? Ok, I made you to sleep in grandma’s room so I can get a good sleep. Yes, I was busy yesterday washing your clothes and everything, don’t I deserve some good sleep? (I kept quiet and chuckled at the one-sided conversation while my recorder recorded).
Daniella: did you pee on grandma’s bed? She will be mad with you when she wakes up. Oh thank God, you did not, grandma doesn’t like pee on her bed. So, today I will fix you good breakfast, eggs, oat and toast, I won’t give you cornflakes, I finished it already, I love it. Have you prayed? You must pray everyday and every time. God is good to your mother. I was to die and God saved me, God saved me so you must thank God, if not you won’t have a mother now. Daniella: mom, are you sleeping? Please let us pray, it’s time for us to pray.
Me: good morning Busky.
Did you sleep well?
Yes let’s pray so I return to sleep.
Daniella: so why do you want to sleep, you don’t want to go to the office today? Please go to the office so you make big money for our Christmas. I love you mom. I will pray. Dear Ocean of God, please bless my mom and my brothers and sister. I want my mom not to be sick, I don’t want her to dieoooo. I don’t want to be anyone’s house help and they flog me and send me to go and sell peanuts. Back to sender. Daniella will go back to America. Mom, say Amen.
Me: Amen. Amen.
Daniella: God please bless my mom so she can give her widow’s Christmas money ok? Let Chisom come back with big money and Pretzels for me. Ok, let her come back, so she can stop Coco from locking her room door. Mom, say Amen, are you sleeping.
Me: Amen. Daniella: mom, are you sad? Me: no, I am not. I o reworked myself last weekend and my body revolting. Daniella: is it the Shiloh? Is it the praying? Ok, stop praying, I will be praying for us ok ok? Good night, let me sleep. When o wake up I will come and take my baby.
Me: muttered a thank you Lord as she walked back to her room. Dear Lord, thank you so much for this child, a rare gift who won’t ever let me have any sad moment. Thank you Lord.
Meanwhile her son is right in my bed in his oversized night shirt!