Again, I didn't sleep last night, I was busy, working and watching Tiktok with my sister around 2am when my Granny walked into our rooms and took our phones.
I looked at her dead in the eyes as if sending some telepathical message. She stared right back at me but with an angrier glare.
Her mind was probably like:
These kids, why would they be tik toking at this time? They should be resting. Omo, this generation don spoil. (Omo and do are Nigerian pidgin words)
My mind be like:
Seriously ma'am? This is a holiday for crying the frick out!! We have suffered six whole weeks with work and tests and continuous assessments! Just allow us to breathe honey.
Anyway, I slept off with a smile on my face just to annoy her. I actually enjoyed the rest.
When I woke up, I walked into her room as she was just stretching. We exchanged pleasantries and then, in her presence, I reached for her shelf and grabbed my phone.
I knew it was going to be there! Boom shakalaka(Stray Kids once performed this one stage. Although, the real title is 'Fantastic baby' by bigbang. I turned it into my catchphrase after I heard it)
I cuddled it and skipped away without another word.
I felt really cool. It was an epic moment and the expression in her eyes was PRICELESS!! HA!
She left for mass and it was just the four kids and my rad uncle who were home.
My uncle came into the room just as my granny left and leaned against the entrance of our door.
We made eye contact and somehow, that passed as a "oh hey, good morning" or "Sup glad to see you're still alive". Fun, right?
"Lemme send you some data. Call your number". He popped looking straight into his phones screen.
I was a bit suprised but suppressed it. I called it out and just like that, I had 6 gigabytes of data.
I was ecstatic.
I called my mom and we talked for agesssssss. She told me she as on her way to work for her aerobics.
After a while, we did our daily routines and my grandma was yelling as usual when something happened to her.
The gas had finished. (That kinda thing happens here. The government doesn't provide gas, we get it ourselves from a station)
She exclaimed and then groaned so loudly, I was snapped out of my trance as I was facing what was meant to be called food.
It looking like straight up baby food. She cut the potatoes into microscopic parts and still gave me a tea spoon. What the....
Back to my day, she complained for like an hour about how stressful it'll be for her to carry the cylinder to the station and back.
I looked at her once and said, in a nonchalant manner "You have a car, granny. And you licence was restored yesterday sooo, try driving or something"
What happened after that was THE cringest thing.
She rushed to my side and showered me with kisses and praise.
It was nice but overwhelming. Also a bit disturbing.