This story isn’t actually about me; it’s about my dear mom. It happened about four years ago, I believe.<\/p>\n
We (my family & I) had gone for some Naija occasion (can’t remember wat the occasion was), and my mom saw some lady, who she believed she knew. So she walked up to the lady and said, “Hey, Ify!”<\/p>\n
But the lady was giving my mom one kind funny look sha, as if she didn’t know who my mom was.<\/p>\n
So… (by the way, this conversation took place in Igbo, which made it even funnier) *mom comes to me with the woman following behind her*<\/em> I couldn’t stop laughing that day. What was even funnier to me was the fact that she was arguing with the woman and telling her she was Jasper’s wife. Ah ah, na by force? Even if the woman had forgotten my mom, could she have forgotten her hubby too?<\/p>\n Of course, I’ve never stopped teasing mom about that cause it was soooo ridiculous. As soon as the woman said she wasn’s Ify, that was mom’s cue to walk away, but she had to stay and FORCE the woman to accept that she was Jasper’s wife. And you know what? That woman didn’t even look a bit like Jasper’s wife. For starters, she was like half the size of Jasper’s wife.<\/p>\n Oh mommy!<\/p>\n If indeed, I am crazy on some level, it is obvious that it’s genetic. Next time, I’ll talk of Dad. He’s another character – the funniest man I know!<\/p>\n Night y’ll. As you can see, it’s rather late @ night.<\/p>\n We go yarn tomorrow!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Mom: Ah ah, Ify, why are you looking at me like that? Don’t you remember me?
Woman: *confused*<\/em> Ugh, no, I’m sorry, I don’t.
Mom: *perplexed*<\/em> Ah ah, Ify, how can you forget me? You always come 2 my junior sister’s house now; don’t u remember?’
Woman: I do? Who is your sister?
Mom: Chi——-
Woman: Ah, I’m sorry oh, I don’t remember you.
Mom: Nawa oh, well, how is Jasper? (Jasper is Ify’s hubby)
Woman: Who?
Mom: Jasper, your husband now.
Woman: I’m not Jasper’s wife
Mom: Yes, you are
Woman: No, I’m not
Mom: Yes, you are
Woman: No, I’m not
Mom: Ah ah, how can you say Jasper is not your husband? Don’t you know your husband, Jasper?
Woman: Jasper is not my husband
Mom: Yes, he is.
Woman: No, he’s not
Mom: Okay, lemme show you my daughter (me) so you can remember.<\/p>\n
Mom: Nne (mummy), look at Jasper’s wife o! She says she doesn’t remember us.
Me: Mom, that’s not Jasper’s wife
Mom: What are you saying?! This is Ify, Jasper’s wife
Me: No, she’s not. *pointing to the real Ify on the other side of the room*<\/em> that’s Jasper’s wife over there
Mom: *looking from Jasper’s wife to strange woman and back to Jasper’s wife*<\/em> Oh! Ewo! *turns to woman*<\/em> My dear, adi’m very sorry (i’m very sorry)
Woman: *laughing*<\/em> It’s okay *walks away*<\/em><\/p>\n