CREATIVE MUSING: THE FAT LADY SINGS
Like other nights before any big day, I can't fall asleep; excitement and anxiety wouldn't let me. I heave a deep sigh and reach for my transistor radio to tune into a station still playing some music at 3 a.m.
My only sister is fast asleep next to me and, honest to God, she snores like a camel- I fight the urge to poke her, to scold her for sleeping anyhow. I love my sister now but this wasn't always the case growing up.
I called her "BBC" because she was so nosy; always telling our parents what I said or did wrong in their absence. "Mummy, guess what! Fadekemi's teacher beat her today because she didn't do her homework and she was crying like a baby." My mum would look at me with piercing eyes and ask if Remi was telling the truth. No matter what I said, the scene always closed with my mum hitting me with whatever object was within her reach.
My only sister is fast asleep next to me and, honest to God, she snores like a camel- I fight the urge to poke her, to scold her for sleeping anyhow. I love my sister now but this wasn't always the case growing up.
I called her "BBC" because she was so nosy; always telling our parents what I said or did wrong in their absence. "Mummy, guess what! Fadekemi's teacher beat her today because she didn't do her homework and she was crying like a baby." My mum would look at me with piercing eyes and ask if Remi was telling the truth. No matter what I said, the scene always closed with my mum hitting me with whatever object was within her reach.
I am 50 today and in a few hours, there will be loud music and lots of food. There will be people chanting, Ore mi, although many of these people hate me and are at the party to gather stories for later gossip.
I feel immensely lucky for the life I have. I have a job I love and a husband that loves me dearly.
Every time he says my precious, I immediately offer a mad smile because those words remind me of Smigule in the Lord of the Rings- but he doesn't know that.
Every time he says my precious, I immediately offer a mad smile because those words remind me of Smigule in the Lord of the Rings- but he doesn't know that.
My mother passed on at 53. She died from a heart condition and I know it had something to do with her weight. It is because I am142kg that I hate scales; they remind me that my weight is killing me.
This birthday is a milestone but it is also a reminder that I have to lose some weight before it is too late.
-Tobi Amokeodo.
P.S: Creative musing is my way of sharing important life lessons by using fiction,
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