" Everything will be okay, by the special grace of God, oya you people should sit up" she said as she let herself into the room.
"Mama how come you are not asleep at this time?" Nnamdi asked my mum "Wo my son, people looking for children dont sleep oh, this is the time our enemies are working, so I stay up and pray". Mama continued " Oya my children, I brought you Huntu". I rolled my eyes. "Not this shit again, I thought to myself" My mother came from a muslim home and Huntu was a drink that her Afar always gave her to drink in times of adversity. She made us drink this crap growing up. She swears that it is the reason, I am now a Civil Engineer and my brother a Medical Doctor.
I was more concerned about Nnamdi thinking my mother had lost her mind. As in how would you make another persons child drink some black potion? I was so sure Nnamdi would be uncomfortable with it and question why the hell he will drink this dodgy black potion that was packed into a Ragolis bottle. If Nnamdi's mum tried that mess with me, I would be convinced she wanted to kill me, so she can find her son a fertile wife.
My thoughts were interrupted by the fact that Nnamdi took the Huntu from my mum and downed it like a shot. No questions, no enquiries, no complaints . I took the Huntu as well full of questions, enquiries and complaints that mama ignored. She proceeded to leading us into a 2 hour long monologue of prayers. At one point I stopped saying "Amin". Like 2 hours is just a piss take, I am sure God got the jist after 10minutes.
His mother hates my guts, She doesnt understand how Nnamdi being her 8th and last child is the only one with no children. She tells me this everytime.