Hello,
My name is Seyi. I am the only son and the only child of my parents. I am in my late twenties, I am not married and I still live with my parents (Don't ask why, I'll tell you already). My dad is very emotional and he calls me 'my miracle child'. The type that can't watch NTA Newsline or read the Sunday Sun because he'll definitely find a cause to cry. The type that walks me to the door every morning and hugs me tightly when I get back every evening. I cant stand to see him all dressed in his aso-oke agbada crying on my wedding day. Asides that, the truth really is, I cant afford to live on my own, I have multiple miserable multiple teaching jobs
Well, It's Saturday morning, the only day of my excessively gruesome and boring week i can 'oversleep'. I Can actually wake up at 8.00a.m without literally jumping off my mattress, which is just slightly thicker than the coverlet over it. I gain consciousness but i feel odd, it can't be 8:00a.m, I just slept a few minutes ago, didn't I? I am unwilling to open my eyes less I wouldn't be able to go back to bed if I truly haven't overslept yet. Where is that phone of mine? It should be right under my pillow, next to my sleeping beads. Yope... there it is! Holding down the '*' my Nokia 3310 proves it, it says "The time is six thirty two". Wow! How the heck can this happen to me? Why the heck would this happen to me? I just have to continue sleeping.
I don't understand what you are saying..." ... that's my dad! He's talking at a 500% amplification than he would normally and a 700% amplification than he would on a Saturday morning before 8:00a.m. Now I have to get up to find out why?
So, I am off my bed. A 1 metre walk gets me past my room door to the passage. I hear my Uncle's unique coarse voice. Also louder than normal, but not clear at all. I can't make out what he's saying, which is unusual. Our noisy freezer isn't even helping out. In the background is my mum's voice. Gosh! this can't be my mum, she's talking at an audio level the neighbours can't hear. This early morning discussion doesn't seem like a nice one. The brothers seem to be arguing hotly with my mum sobbingly interfering. I am supposed to be asleep. Should I just go back to my room and ignore this discussion? No! I can't. I am off my bed and deprived of my oversleep already. But I'm sure this discussion is none of my business.
Well, my dad solves my dilemma. His voice in one sentence drowns the others and silences the noise of the freezer
"What do you mean that Seyi is not my SON? You're saying he's my NEPHEW!"
Now I know why the heck I woke up at six thirty two!
