Sometimes when I see kids proving to be stubborn I always tell them that no matter how stubborn you think you are you can never be as stubborn, wicked, and troublesome as me and my siblings, because we are the true definition of stubbornness.
I know most people were stubborn when they were children, but mine was extremely special and I didn't know where I got it from because my mother happens to be a very strict person and we are supposed to be calm since she would beat us at any slight mistake. I guess it was the beating that made me stronger, but whenever people came to greet my Mom they always said that I am gentle because I have a very cool and calm face.
I did some things I wouldn't like to share because I don't want people to start seeing me as a wicked person but trust me I have changed a lot now that I work and I know how hard it is to earn money.
We came back from the village where my Mom took me and my siblings too because of our stubbornness, I was angry with Mom but she never knew I was angry.
She called, "Esther go and cook rice,"
I asked her, "How many derica?".
Am sure you all know how Nigerian parents behave when you ask them too many questions so she replied angrily, "Why don't you cook 4 dericas, since you don't know how many we used to cook again,".
I went inside that measured 4 dericas of rice as she said and that was intentional because we didn't eat when we left the village and I was tired when we got to the city so I didn't expect my mom to send me a message, I just wanted to relax but my mom will never let me be.
While I was washing the rice, my mom went to buy fish and that made me more angry because my elder brother was there why can't she send him message too, why me? By the time she got back, the rice was almost done and immediately she saw the big pot I put on the burner she asked, "Why this big pot, what are we celebrating?" She asked without opening the pot to see the magic I had done inside it.
When the rice was done I called her, "Mummy the rice is done," she came outside and she saw the pot filled with rice.
"What? Esther, why did you cook this plenty of rice?" She asked while looking around for what she could throw at me where I was standing.
"Mom but the two dericas of rice can not be enough for the whole house," I replied while moving away because I knew if she grabbed me, I was going to heaven straight so I ran outside.
"No problem, if this rice didn't finish nobody is eating another food in this house," she replied and went back into the kitchen to fry the stew.
I went to meet an old woman in our street so that she could help me beg my mom in case she wanted to beat me later, and I know my mom respects old people so much.
After the woman begged for me, my mom told me to come and eat. I ate like never before and my siblings too were so filled, I never knew what was coming my way after the food. At midnight, my Mom woke me up and asked, "Esther did you know how much 1 derica of rice costs?".
I replied, "No Mummy," but I wasn't fully awake until a wet cane landed on my back, nobody was around to beg for me so she had the chance to beat the hell out of me. It was wise enough to know that 2 dericas of rice wouldn't be enough for us, but I acted childish and inexplicable for measuring 4 dericas instead of the usual two dericas of rice.
