Don't know why I like to relate my life to movies; I guess there's always a movie that describes my gist. So have you ever seen the movie 'Guess who's coming to dinner' or the recent remake 'Guess Who' with Bernie Mac {Rest His Soul} and Ashton Kutcher, well if you have not seen it, I advice you to close this gist, go and watch the movie then come back…honestly it's the only way you are going to truly grasp what am about to tell you.
Ok so, it had been a couple of weeks since Demola and I started dating and everything was going quite nice, we toiled with the idea of meeting 'the parents', but I wasn't too keen cos I don't do parents, MOTHERS to be more specific…anyhow that's a story for another day. Somehow my PSYCHIC mother {just kidding} gets some type of 'premonition'...lol and on her way to work on a beautiful Wednesday morning, she comes into my room and tells me…'Dunni, I want you to invite Demola, his your boyfriend right?…' before I could answer, she goes on '…to dinner on Sunday night and tell him to ring me', then she leaves. My jaw literally drops, I couldn't say a word.
Right, let me tell a bit about my mum…you know how you are dating someone and your mum is the first person you tell or your mum is the one you are comfortable with such information rather than your father who has the natural possessive father-daughter syndrome…well let me say it in simple terms, do you remember Bernie Mac's character in 'Guess Who'…yep that's my mum. So now you understand why my jaw dropped, don't get me wrong, my mum is the nicest woman on earth and down to earth, but she is the one with the possessive mother- daughter syndrome…lol
Anyways, I am a bit comfortable that my dad is going to be at dinner, well mostly because I sort of in a weird way…kinda meet Demola through my dad, he and my dad do business together and my dad had grown fond of him. My dad also already knew about our relationship. Believe me, I'm not one of those daddy’s girls but it would have been too awkward if Demola was always coming around to the house without an invitation from dad. So there I am, counting on my dad’s presence at dinner to sort of lessen the tension at the table, then the unexpected happens…my mum comes back from work on Friday and tell me that Demola rang and he coming on Sunday and she further added ‘ I have a function on Sunday afternoon, so we would be having desserts instead and by the way your dad is leaving town tomorrow morning, so go help me pack a bag for him’…oh no she didn’t…oh yeah she did…I honestly think I broke a sweat gland that day…lol, because my sweat could literally bath a 10pound baby and still have left over.
So the big day arrives with much praying…Demola gets to the house on time, that would be a first for him (he's never on time!), my mum gallantly comes down the stairs and my heart is beating so fast, I could have passed out…I already got my kid sister Honey and my cousin Khadie on STARSKY AND HUTCH duties, you know snooping on the grand event taking place in the living room. My mum called me to get deserts and drinks, I did and was about to sit with them, when she told me to excuse them…WHATTTT? My little heart couldn’t take it, so I walked away as if I was high and about to hit the ground. Finally out of there, I go to Honey and Khadie, who are just excited about the whole thing. They get on with their duties of bringing me information, basically what is going on….
At a point, they couldn’t get any more information, my mum…she is so smart and definitely knew what we were up to, so she gets the cook to close the go-between doors. One hour passed, two, three…I couldn’t take it any more, so I pretend like I want to get something from the dining room so I'll have to walk through the living room…I open the door and to my greatest surprise…THEY WERE LAUGHING! Laughing so hard and having a great time gisting…I couldn’t believe it. See, my mum once told one of my boyfriends when I was, I think eighteen years old, to leave my house and never ever come around her daughter or a hundred feet of the house or she would have him arrested…believe me, that was not an empty threat! So you could imagine my shock and fear.
Well like they say, its all history now…cos my mum and Demola are like peas in a pod, sometimes I get jealous. They have such a great relationship and that I guess makes everyone happy…wow, I would never forget that day! Ooooh noooo, did I mention how scarily nervous Demola was…oh yeah, he was more freaked out, I don’t know what he said or did to her that day, whatever it was, it worked very well…I reckon it was the PRAYERS! They worked wonders...phewwww! Well that was just one step, I also had to meet his MUM!
Strawberry thots,
Dunni