One More Cool Dude

"Madam come and escort me to the hospital, its like I want to give birth", that's what my elder sister said immediately I picked up the phone. She was sounding so cheerful unlike the way you expect to feel agony from the voice of a woman having contractions.

I said "hoor, wait ooo, I done give birth before, abi na me born you? Wetin do mumsy, call her na, na her work be that". My sister started laughing, she said it was a false alarm.

I sat and thought, one day we must all get belle, born and am still trying to imagine it. The constant-K thing I know inside is that whether lekpa or orobo, you must go out of shape, then maybe later gain yourself back. The day my sister had her first delivery, her leg nor fit enter bathroom slippers, when I saw this, I said shooo, na so.

To God be the Glory, my sister's false alarm turned out to be true alarm later at night, she went into labour and gave birth to a baby boy.

Yeaaah, I have a nephew, one more cool dude into the world.

My mumsy don pack go do omugor, so that makes me the mother of the house. Less waka now, but its all good, I need a little rest self.

Don't worry, my gist can't stop, whether am in or out, there is always gist.

Am off to go drop pepper soup, have a nice day peeps.

Stay Sharp,
Warri Girl.