Mother hen intuition

Domestic animals are quite common in rural Nigeria especially chickens and goats, not as pets but investment and easy meat when purse is running dry.

One big prey on chicks in my area are the hawks (Àsá) – they are fast, quick to grab especially newly hatched chicks.

My family had chickens for as long as I can remember.

Mother Hen rarely loses any of her chicks, she had eyes around her head to sense any approaching hawk. Neighbours sometimes called Mother Hen Okuroro Adie (wicked hen) because she protected her chicks from anyone be it humans or hawks.

Sometimes I think of my mother as Mother Hen.

My parents especially my mother worried I would be ‘lost,’ hence she hesitated for my insistent on going to Lagos at 18. I will stay with my older sister and I promised to listen to her and be back in a year’s time to attend college – I pleaded.

A year had passed, I was not in the least planning to go back home, I was busy. I’ve had three jobs behind me.

Lagos, I found was exciting. My sister took care of most of my expenses – life can’t get any easier. My salary was spent on clothes and shoes and this.

Moomi should be proud of me…so I thought.

Well to my second year I received yet another letter from home, Father’s hand writing but the voice of Moomi. This was the final letter and the bottom line was ‘pack your stuff and come home.’

The letter was hand delivered on a Saturday 8am by Gbadebo who has had to make two hours trip from his Ikeja area home.

A few days earlier, I went to visit a new promising job of being a Help for an Ijebu family. The husband seemed nice enough, he worked for Shell, wife was a school teacher. Their home library was the first that I have ever seen – full of colourful books with neat spines.

My new job starting from Monday would be to dust their mansion, every room twice a week and I would be paid weekly for the equivalent of my current monthly salary – how hard can that be? I’ll be so good this couple would keep me for life was my thinking.

So my mother’s letter was unwelcome in all fronts.

Nothing that I said made any sense to my mother and the fact I brought up news about my new job escalated the row.

I was at the college on Monday to submit my admission form. Back in Lagos for two days to pack my  stuff and 450 naira savings.

That was the end of Lagos dream.

Six years down the line, I was chatting with my sister about life in general so I asked after the rich Ijebus. My brother in-law who did carpentry and furnishing works for the family says they are doing well, and that the family now had two children birthed by the young wife who lives in a separate house about four miles away from the family house unknown to the first wife.

The first wife is still hoping for the fruit of the womb. “God will answer her” I prayed. It is a whole different life to have fertility issue in Nigeria.

Then my in-law turned to me and said “Someone’s got to do it after you ran away”

“What?” I asked him.

“Ha, don’t tell me you didn’t know”

“What?”

Did my mother have weird intuition? I do know she worries a lot but this time, the oddity did me well.

To all Mother Hen of the world – HMD



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  1. All hail the Mother Hens…I don’t even want to start on your page about all Mum has delivered me from…God must have put some special ‘magical powers’ in them. Well done Mama! FK turned out well.

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  2. You are so lucky!! Thank goodness for your Mum. She is the best Mother Hen and she certainly would not let you get in harm’s way!.Loved this post and thanks for sharing!😊

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  3. Ah, what an account.
    From the rural tranquility of your hometown to the rough and tumble of Lagos, and family pressures.
    Your Mother did well, no doubt.

    So your Mother saved you from a potential rapist!
    To have privilege (the father of the Ijebu household), does not allow him to do anything to anyone, regardless of what is motives are. What a world we live in…
    We are thankful for your escape.

    Thanks for sharing these words of wisdom born of your experiences.

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    • Thank you jco.

      What a world indeed.

      I had thought no way in hell would I had fallen for that, then again this man was the nicest of the couple. My sister’s shop was beside her husband’s workshop at the time. The wife was always a bit of handful to make happy, she’d bring her materials for my sister to sew and it is always a struggle to get her to pay the going rate (ha ha Ijebu :))
      So before starting I already had a preference… the rape would be life altering especially when the ‘other’ had perfect plan that I was oblivious to. however, what was most scary was imagining how my life would have turned out…

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      • “Almost scary imagining how my life would have turned out…”.
        I get the impression regardless of the situation, you will come out on top. I think you have enough guile, good values and right-conduct to guide you through the most trying situation. Even in a world such as the one we live in. To add to that you’re blessed with a Mother who knows her stuff.

        As for struggling over money (Your reference to the Ijebu lady), I tend to stick to my agreements. It saves time, stress and all-round. I really can’t be exhausting myself over haggling over a some units of money, when I could be doing something far more productive and beneficial. If I can afford it I proceed, if I can’t I look elsewhere or failing that I go without. Simplicity is the name of the game. You can see I would not make a good trader…;-]

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        • Ha, thank you.

          Hold on to that thought of being a trader, I listened to a talk the other week that shed a bit of light on especially in the African continent.

          I have been meaning to write something based on the talk…

          I suppose haggling is peculiar to petty traders, as long as you steer clear that path, you will be just fine 🙂

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  4. In the words of my children. ” How do you know what is happening and or what’s going to happen?” ” We can’t get away with anything!” I tell them because “I am connected to you!” They don’t get it, however they are always happy and relieved when I save them and or show up at the right time.

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  5. Did you alude to buying bleaching cream? Haha. I remember those days well.. As for your mother’s intuition, I’d say that is the hand of God. Your stories bring about many memories. Thanks for sharing.

    nkem.

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    • Ha, I did, for about a year. Tura+ it’s called, the very hot one that peeled the skin off instantly. Didn’t matter what my sister said, it was my money. This thin tube costs about 2 days work (if not more) given what I earned – looking back now, I could only laugh at my own extreme stupidity.

      And you can imagine the drama when my mother sets eyes on my…

      Thanks for stopping by.

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