The teen girl and her MOTHER or is it MURDER? By Oladunni Ogunsanya
Somehow, the teenage years seem unending and it becomes difficult to tell why exactly you detest your mum, okay, well maybe detest is a strong word but some how you and her are just not on the same page as she seems to have a problem with just about everything you do.
It begins with the length of your skirts and dresses, they always seem too inappropriate, from there it goes on how many hours you spend at the salon, then she doesn’t like the company you keep both in school and at Sunday school, she also thinks the music you listen to is too loud, oh she has major issues with how frequently you punch your phone because she’s wondering if you even have time to study at all.
You then have just one bad grade and she’s in tears wondering where she went wrong, you are then bombarded with personal tutors just to salvage one bad grade, she further gets aggrieved that the pots and dishes you took a hundred years to wash are oily still and the soup you made for dinner, well that’s another story, the seasoning was way too much and the colour wasn’t bright enough and you in addition made a burnt offering out of the rice you made alongside and now you have refused to make an “iro and buba” out of the expensive fabric she bought you for Christmas and her tailor has called to report you for being rude during your fitting,
You mistakenly get back home after 6pm and all hell is let loose on you, now you are wondering if she’s really your mum or if you were adopted, you are really beginning to consider the fact that there has to be a story about your birth that you haven’t been told and haven seen so many “Africa magic” movies you patiently await that night where both parents come to wake you at about 2am from your not too good sleep to tell you how you were picked up from a gorge near the Niger bridge by a well meaning Nigerian, but that night of tales by moon light never comes.
She both corrects and disgraces you in public so much that you would rather just be in your room, yet she buys you stuff when you least expect them, she performs the best tepid sponging whenever you have a fever,and yes she’s your actual mum.
You see, mothers are mothers, they are wired to worry, they are wired to be concerned, their actions are born solely out of love sometimes too much love and more often than not add some fear to that love and you would see so clearly the reasons behind their actions.
They honestly don’t want you to make the mistakes they made, they want you to have a better life with less or no regrets at all, hence all the drama, so enjoy the drama, see it as a free movie at the cinema with not tickets required, so the next time you are tempted to snap at your mom, keep your “snap” till you have a daughter of your own, then you will know exactly how it feels.