Mummy

My mother is a case with out a handle. Even though I love her to bits she drives me crazy sometimes.
There was this time when I was an undergraduate I think school was on break I was at home anyway. On a hot afternoon chillin wit ma sis in my room. All of a sudden there was a commotion, my mum ran out of her room yellin that the cow was dying.Let me digress a little. I call my house mini zoo. We have bout 2 cows, goats, sheep’s, chickens, and peacocks. So that faithful day like I said she ran out yelling that a cow as dying. My sister and I simultaneously hissed and relaxed bac to our idle chit chatting. About 30 minutes later madam busted into our room in all her glory.
‘u people are not serious a cow was dying and u just laid down in your room…’she went on and on and on. See me see trouble o. first wat has seriousness got to do wit a dying cow. Secondly am I a vet or is my sister a vet? Finally were we supposed to stand by a dying cow and eulogize its attributes? Of course I stupidly voiced out my opinions. well lets just say I was not spoken to 4 2days.

Another time she sent me to get the attire she wore the previous day. I went upstairs like the good obedient daughter I am and came bac wit the wrong attire. Ha Mrs. went into a tirade about how im unobservant and how if she as kidnapped I wont be able to say wat she was wearing blah blah blah.wat brought being kidnapped into me bringing her the wrong attire? I must have been young coz I know I cried my eyes out.

Well recently she has taken to buying wedding pots and pans etc 4 me. I will come home and she will say she saw a pot describe it and ask if im interested in it. “So that when the time comes we wont be over whelmed”.
Wow I love u mummy.