Today, I will be talking about what it feels and looks like to be raised by a Nigerian mother. And before delving deep into it, I would love to say that it is not easy to explain, but I will try my best. Anyone who's a Nigerian will relate better since they've lived it.
A Nigerian mother will raise her children with a mix of everything, ranging from love to strictness to using her own experiences and many more. When I was still young, I'd think my mum is too strict, even though she can be soft at times. She just wanted things to be done the best and right way. If she asks for something to be done, she expects it to be done immediately or before she returns from where she's going. My mom doesn't like repeating herself; she will frown at any act that seems lazy from our end.
The house chores and all that is needed to be done must be finished up before we can go out to play. Any time I eat the fish or meat and I'm good before finishing up the actual food, my mom would either carry the rest of the food or, the next time I'm eating, she wouldn't give me any fish or meat. You're to finish eating first before going ahead to eat whatever is given to eat the food with. And it has mastered me even to date.
One of the things that amazes me is how Nigerian mothers can communicate with you without saying a single thing. They can communicate with almost anything; at times they drag their legs on the ground to signal a warning to you, sometimes it's a fake yawn, and other times it's just their facial expression. Their facial expression deserves an award, though; they know how to make use of it to pass across any message. If we have visitors at home and she needs us to give them privacy, my mom knows how to communicate it using her eyes; if she needs you to decline an offer or something from someone, she knows the best expression for it too. The funniest part is, we understood each one of them too.
Looking back at it all now, those moments are bringing a smile to my face. They are very good memories to look back on, and I can say most of those things actually shaped me into the individual that I am today. And I appreciate my mom and every other mother for raising us, their kids, the right way. Today I can say that behind all of that strictness and discipline was love. They want what's best for us; they want us to be successful, to be better humans, to be respectful, to be kind, and to be good adults.
Anytime I visit home, she still corrects me, cares for me, reminds me to be a good adult anywhere I find myself, and reminds me that I should remember the son of who I am.
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