I heard her sniff and then she rubbed her eyes before quickly turning around.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah. It’s just the onions getting into my eyes.”
I walked further into the kitchen and hopped on the table top just beside her.
“So, Uzo called me today.”
“Uzo? Where did he resurrect from?”
“He’s been busy with work so I gave him space just like you suggested and he called me today.”
“Ah. Okay o.”
I was silent for like 10 seconds and then she gave me the look.
“What is it?”
I twirled my braids in my hands a little nervously.
“His mum’s birthday is this Sunday. She’ll be 60. They’re having a dinner at Oriental hotel and he wants me to come with him.”
Mum smiled and I blushed through my melanin pigment.
“Are you seeking my permission or what?”
“No o. I just need your intervention.”
Mum laughed out loud and shook her head.
“I am sorry for you. Uzo has jazzed you.”
I laughed with her and jumped off the table top. I hugged her warmly
“What do you need exactly?”
My eyes shone brightly
“I need you to pimp me up.”
Mum shook her head and opened the kitchen cabinet.
“You’ll get a new dress and shoes and a nice purse. You need to make your hair and your nails too. You’ll need to look classy at that dinner. Let’s go shopping this Saturday.”
I squealed in delight. Precious mother dearest. This woman knows wassup.
What I didn’t know was the onions weren’t the reason for her tears. She was trying to raise money for a project and things were really tight and she was getting really frustrated. But as always, mummy dearest put me first. As long as I was happy, she was fine.
Count down to my mummy’s birthday. 4 days to go
My super hero that doesn’t wear a cape.
She always puts me first.
She is EVERYTHING.