MOVING ON
JULY 6TH 1991
I guess the year passed on quickly or slowly but what do I care? I slept most of the time and when I wasn’t sleeping, I was eating and when I wasn’t doing that, I was pooing...that was a part I really enjoyed. It was such a relieving experience and I didn’t have to clean it up. It was fun looking at the faces of my family members cleaning me up...comical. the only person that didn’t have a funny face was her; she cleaned me up with something that looked like a smile, as though she was enjoying it. When she cleaned, she would talk to me in the very same way she did when I was in my space. Sometimes I understood her and sometimes I didn’t but I just loved listening to her.
It was when she spoke to me again I realised that today was my birthday. No wonder she dressed me up nicely and everyone was smiling sheepishly. It was really cool cos I was treated like a princess. My siblings all carried me one after the other and if I was dropped, I only needed to pretend to cry and I would be in the arms of one of them.
When it was bed time, my mom kept me beside her on the same bed she slept with my father. Thank God I wasn’t slept on! While asleep, I heard them both talking to each other. They were talking about another baby and from the way she spoke, I guess she didn’t mind having more but he was vexed. He didn’t want more and wanted her to do something called family planning...whatever that means. She tried to persuade him but he was adamant and I felt her mood saddened and so with the whole drama and her mood, I began crying. “Didn’t they know I could hear them?” “I know I didn’t understand everything but I understood very well her sadness and it affected me in a way I couldn’t explain. She hushed me down and rubbed my back till I fell asleep again.
I remember my dad receiving a letter one morning and smiling profusely. I later got to know that it was because some of his siblings were coming to spend some time with us. I was pleased when I found out cos I wanted to meet new people and get to know them.
They came during the weekend and they both seemed so nice. One of my uncles was really tall and the other was just average; I liked the tall one more cos the other one kept looking at me weirdly.
I don’t think my mother was pleased with their arrival cos while she fed me later that day, I heard her sigh and say the house was too small for more people. I don’t know what she was talking about cos from my point of view, the house was really big. I find it very difficult reaching for some things and I don’t think it’s because I’m short; I’m not a midget. I’m just a year old!
I guess the year passed on quickly or slowly but what do I care? I slept most of the time and when I wasn’t sleeping, I was eating and when I wasn’t doing that, I was pooing...that was a part I really enjoyed. It was such a relieving experience and I didn’t have to clean it up. It was fun looking at the faces of my family members cleaning me up...comical. the only person that didn’t have a funny face was her; she cleaned me up with something that looked like a smile, as though she was enjoying it. When she cleaned, she would talk to me in the very same way she did when I was in my space. Sometimes I understood her and sometimes I didn’t but I just loved listening to her.
It was when she spoke to me again I realised that today was my birthday. No wonder she dressed me up nicely and everyone was smiling sheepishly. It was really cool cos I was treated like a princess. My siblings all carried me one after the other and if I was dropped, I only needed to pretend to cry and I would be in the arms of one of them.
When it was bed time, my mom kept me beside her on the same bed she slept with my father. Thank God I wasn’t slept on! While asleep, I heard them both talking to each other. They were talking about another baby and from the way she spoke, I guess she didn’t mind having more but he was vexed. He didn’t want more and wanted her to do something called family planning...whatever that means. She tried to persuade him but he was adamant and I felt her mood saddened and so with the whole drama and her mood, I began crying. “Didn’t they know I could hear them?” “I know I didn’t understand everything but I understood very well her sadness and it affected me in a way I couldn’t explain. She hushed me down and rubbed my back till I fell asleep again.
I remember my dad receiving a letter one morning and smiling profusely. I later got to know that it was because some of his siblings were coming to spend some time with us. I was pleased when I found out cos I wanted to meet new people and get to know them.
They came during the weekend and they both seemed so nice. One of my uncles was really tall and the other was just average; I liked the tall one more cos the other one kept looking at me weirdly.
I don’t think my mother was pleased with their arrival cos while she fed me later that day, I heard her sigh and say the house was too small for more people. I don’t know what she was talking about cos from my point of view, the house was really big. I find it very difficult reaching for some things and I don’t think it’s because I’m short; I’m not a midget. I’m just a year old!
Hmm I reserve my comment
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