You should have seen the disappointment written all over my face when I opened the door to see mum standing there in her green and white beaded dress. Her ‘gele’ was also on to compliment the dress. I must say she was looking a bit younger.
“So you won’t allow me in again?”
This woman and complaints. She pulled herself into the room, ignoring the disappointment on my face and sat on the bed. For the next few minutes, she kept herself busy by rummaging through my stuff. Especially those arranged before the dressing mirror. She kept opening lotions and sniffing around.
I stood by the door waiting for her to finally remember why she came in at no other time than when we were about to step out. Mum has been known for her bad timing. There was this time she decided to speak on STIs when she was given the platform to speak at a wedding. You can imagine the awkwardness that filled the room.
“Mum, I’m over here”, I signalled.
“Have you heard from Winston”, she cut in sharply.
“Mum, is that why you came here?”, I asked impatiently with a frown. “
“You know we are going out and hence, my mood should be good please. I don’t want to mess up my mood before the whole fun.” I replied and headed for the bathroom.
“That hasn’t answered my question”, she reprimanded.
“No, he hasn’t gotten in touch”, I murmured.
“Okay… Now sit down let’s talk!”
“But mum I…”
Her facial expression was screaming “SHUT UP, MY LADY.” I meekly sat down awaiting whatever was coming. She inched closer to me and told me to let whatever I felt out. I didn’t move for I felt that I had bawled my eyes out enough. But who was I kidding? This was my mother beside me. A woman who knew my ins and outs. Tears trickled down as I recalled all the times she has been with me, standing firm and not letting me down. Through the blurred vision, I hugged her tightly and wept. All she did was pat my back continuously and assure me that everything will make sense.
Were things really going to make sense one day? Has there been any sense in the things that previously happened? Or the sense was yet to set in? I quizzed inwardly. I was getting angry through the tears. And she felt it as I continued to inhale and exhale deeply.
“Relax Vee, relax. Have you lost faith in the Lord already?”
I shook my head vehemently. She then quoted some scriptures about finding comfort in the Lord and staying strong through it all. After escorting her out, I felt a load had been lifted off my chest. Yes, it was the “Winston-ish load”.
Akua Karle Okyere
Akua Karle Okyere is a lifestyle blogger at The Vocal Ghanaian and also a PR technician. She enjoys researching on travels and tours and writing fictional stories in her leisure time.
At least a little peace for lady Vee, let’s see what else is in stock for her.
It’ll surely make sense one day
Prayers do work though