Who took Mama’s watch?
“Who is the idiot that took my watch?” an angry voice rang from the room. She was running late for her friend’s niece’s wedding that she was to attend that afternoon.
“Mama, it is Sunday,” her granddaughter, Ife, replied from the corridor.
“Sunday!!!” Her grandson was always knee deep in mischief. If I lay my hand on him this afternoon, she thought to herself as she spritzed perfume on her wrists.
“Ma!” The eleven year old strolled in with a naughty grin. This boy thinks he can try my patience today, mama thought. Her hand shot out like lightning and hit him across the face. Immediately, he fell forward. Then, his arms began jerking forward and back.
“What is it? Get up right now!” she shouted at him. Foam spilled from his mouth in reply. “Eh! Help me!” Mama cried out, throwing her purse aside and lifting her arms in despair. “Neighbours, please come to my aid!”
Ife rushed in first. “Water, bring water,” mama shouted to her, “and bring spoon.”
“What?” the teacher from the next room barged in wearing only his underwear. “What is happening?”
“It is Sunday that is doing like masquerade,” Ife cried, the water she carried sloshing out of the bowl and onto the carpet.
“What happened to Sunday?
Which type of thing is this? How will a child that is normal and healthy just suddenly start behaving like that?” Mama asked the strange lady from the next house who had come over to help.
“Have you never heard of convulsion?”
“Convulsion? I only slapped him. Won’t a mother scold her child?”
“It is not good to hit anyone especially on the face.”
Hiss. “So your mother did not hit you when you were younger?”
“That is what I’m talking about, mama. It is not good.”
“So you want to tell me now that Sunday had epilepsy because I scolded him? Nonsense! Is that how people have epilepsy?”
“This is not epilepsy, ma. This is the first time, isn’t it?”
“He has had it before? What medicine did you use for him?”
“He got over it. Nobody in our family has epilepsy. Even his mother, before her death, never had this type of thing.”
“It can happen like that, mama. What of his father?”
“Okay. Please don’t use spoon again or you will injure him. Take him to hospital next time.”
“I’ve heard you. Thank you.” Mama sighed, chin in hand, watching her grandson sleep soundly.
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