I love food so much. My favorite happens to be rice and chicken. Yes, I love chicken very very much and I think it's the reason why I love rice as most times in my house rice is served with friend chicken. I particularly like the part of chicken called the drumstick. I love it so much but it's actuallynot the reason I have the name luckydrums anyway. I like the drumstick because it's really fleshy and because you could easily grip it while tearing it with the incisor.
Sundays are the days when my mum makes my favorite dish - rice and chicken, and I always look forward to that day, sometimes I even dream about it. I dream and think about how my mum would place a very juicy and fat drumstick on a bowl filled with a heap of rice.
Like I said, it's always a dream as in reality it almost never happens. I come from a family of 8 and I'm the 5th child amongst 6 children.
My family is a very traditional and the older you are, the more privileges and rights you have, especially concerning choices. My mum always dishes the food for all the children and we go take ours starting from the oldest child. This is the reason I never get the drumstick because before it would have gotten to my turn, one of my older brothers would have picked it. Because of this reason, sometimes I wished that I had fewer siblings or I was the oldest of them because things hardly went the way I want or plan.
Even when it came to choosing every other thing, they always picked first before me and it was only in very rare occasions that one of them would have pity on me and exchange his own for mine.
I stopped wishing I had fewer siblings or I was the first child when years back, I was left alone in the house with my parents and my only younger sibling. Although things began to go my way as I had no one to stop me, I was feeling very lonely, bored and sad. My house became less fun and much more quiet. I now got the big piece of chicken I always wanted but it no longer satisfied me. It wasn't so sweet and interesting anymore. I even got tired of it.
I was now given so much responsibility. I really didn't know that being the head came with that much responsibility, expectations and pressure. My parents who hardly raised their voices at me now did it almost everytime. I couldn't breathe, there was always something to do, plus there was lesser fun at home. There was no one to play ball with. The boys in my street had even began bullying me because they knew my siblings weren't around to defend me.
I couldn't do much. i'd just cry and tell them that I'd report all they were doing to me to my brothers when they came back, then I'd run home and ask my mum when my brothers would return.
They eventually returned and I was very happy as things went back to normal, I no longer got the drumstick and things no longer went my way, but then I also no longer had so much to do. My mom no longer found reasons to shout at me. The house became fun and lively again, and I no longer got bullied by anyone again.
All this happened when I was a child and I had long outgrown all of that but in all, I learnt to be careful what I wish for because like they say "uneasy lies the head that wears the crown".
