So yesterday was Igwe’s graduation. Between Monday and now, I have been tired every minute of the day – slight hyperbole. On Monday night, I went to bed late, can’t even remember why now. On Tuesday, I spent the day cooking. By the time I was done, I could not wait to jump into the shower. I smelled like Knorr cubes. It’s not that the quantity or variety was a lot, it’s just that I’m a slow cook. I take my time washing, cutting, and picking stuff. I want everything to be pretty before I start cooking, so you can imagine how much time that takes. I don’t know what I’m gonna do when I have kids. They’re gonna have to give me a few hours heads up that they’ll be hungry in X hours time. If not ….
On Wednesday, I woke up early. The graduate had to take pictures. I know we have Koko Master (D’banj) and Ashewo Master (Flavour N’abania), but my Igwe is the original, certified Shakara Master. I’ve never seen anyone who enjoys looking at himself so much. Yesterday, while we were praying at night before going to bed, he literally said, “Thank You God for my style … everything was on point.” I had to chuckle in the middle of the prayer. What was funnier was that he was serious.
After the graduation, the friends and family that accompanied us came back home to eat. I served them pepper soup and rice – not together. Thankfully, they all loved the food. Even while sweating from the heat and pepper of the pepper soup, they still wanted more. At about 4pm, I retired to the bedroom to sleep as there was nothing else for me to do. Funmie was gone, and the men had retired into men’s conversation: women, politics, and sports – none of which I had any interest in.
Speaking of Funmie, I don’t know how to thank her. She was there for the graduation. She followed us home. She made puff puff (which my Caucasian friend calls dough balls). She lightened my load and had me laughing the entire time. She was even there the day before, on her birthday – May 15th. I was going to write a birthday post for her, but I’ve done that before a couple of years ago. When I say Funmie is an angel, I am so not playing. Even Igwe loves her to bits.
When I woke up – two hours later – the guests were still there. In fact, two more people had joined them. The celebrant himself had fallen asleep in the middle of the conversation and woken up to find his guests were still there, and still deep in conversation like nothing happened. For two whole hours, Igwe was asleep and the party kept on going. By the end of the day, I reconfirmed and reaffirmed that anything that has to do with food is definitely not for me. Unless, of course, I don’t have to cook the food. I hate smelling of food. I have to take a shower every time I cook, unless I cook easy things like white rice, fried eggs, etc.
We took several pictures, none of which I have any intention of posting. So what’s the point of mentioning it, you wonder? I have no idea myself. Overall, it’s been a great week so far, and it’s even better because we are expecting great news in the next few days. I just thank God for everything really. But now that graduation is over, I’ll try to resume regular blogging schedule – whatever that might be.
Fun weekend ahead