Sweet Potatoes, it’s my mommy again.
At one time, my mommy knew nothing of WhatsApp. She did not know how to download it, and when someone finally downloaded it for her, she did not know how to “enter” it. I would send her a WhatsApp message and then text her to go and enter her WhatsApp and reply me. She would complain about her WhatsApp being spoiled or how she cannot fins her WhatsApp. By the way, she calls it, Wassup – in the Nigerian accent.
In December 2015, I put up a post about my parents not knowing how to use WhatsApp. Well, my, how things change! My dad now knows how to use WhatsApp (I think), but it’s not a way to contact him if you actually want to contact him. He barely opens it up, and he’s so careless with his phones that it’s really amazing how he hasn’t lost them yet. Last time I sent my dad a message on WhatsApp was in December 2015 and he did not reply until February 2016, so I quickly decided that that was not the way forward.
My mom, on the other hand, has become a pro WhatsApp user. The problem now is that she’s always sending me chain messages. It’s either one of those new month things, or one of those “send this to 15 people if you love Jesus” messages. NO! I will not send it. Or it’s a fake news link from a website that is trying to look like a real one. Like cnnn.com.
The problem is that not only does my mom send me these messages, but she also calls to inquire I received and read them. I always say no and I always remind her that I really don’t read ANY chain message or watch any of the videos, but my answer does not matter because my mom always wants to discuss whatever it is she sent.
Speaking of my mom discussing things, she also likes to call me to discuss whatever Nigerian movie she watched. She would narrate the story from beginning to end, and in between, she would laugh uncontrollably, while I’m awkwardly silent on the other end because I don’t see the humor in what she’s sharing. I’m just happy to hear her laughing hysterically.