A Tale of Jollof Rice, Fried Fish & Dodo
I try to keep my family out of Social Media. I feel I am already too exposed by virtue of what I do but this story is one that I have been thinking about.
It was Christmas as usual and our school was asking everyone to bring money for Christmas party. I asked mom (in any case, Dad was far away and won’t be back till 23rd or 24th) and she said she didn’t have money for 3 children but she said she will make it up to us somehow. According to her, the money didn’t justify the returns – food, gift and chance to see Father Christmas. I felt bad because I was expecting to be the laughing stock of the class.
Fast forward to the day of the party. Mom prepared jollof rice, fried fish and dodo for us and packed it for three of us to take to school so we don’t feel left out when others are eating.
We got to school and went through the party taking solace in glimpsing Father Christmas from the door since we couldn’t reach him. Anyway, time for food came and when the others got theirs, I brought out mine from the bag.
For one, mine was more than what the school served. It also had more stuff. So, on quantity and quality, mom won. Next thing I knew, my classmates were begging for mine. I felt so happy and proud of my mom.
I got home and told her what happened. Apparently, the same thing in my brothers’ classes. Subconsciously, I gradually stopped doubting her decisions. At the most, I asked why.
That respect and love for her have only grown since then.
At what point did your respect for your parent(s) grow that you can’t forget?