LAZY BONES

This girl why are you this lazy? My Dad barked at me. He asked me to lift something up, and I just could not lift it up; therefore, he tagged me as lazy, and I swallowed everything he dished out all through that day at the farm. My grandfather died and was buried as usual, but before he was buried, he said he was going to come back in a female body, and this time, he would want to enjoy his life and not go through all the stress he went through while he was alive. I was given birth to five days after his burial, and everybody who saw me said this is Isiukwu in a female body (Isiukwu is my maternal grandfather's name) superstitious, right? Yes, it sounds superstitious, but I was born with all his birthmarks, and it was in places it was on his body before he died, so everybody tagged me as being my grandpa in a female form.

That gave birth to the story of my laziness being attributed to my grandfather reincarnating, my mum would love to tell anyone who cares to listen that my laziness is because of what my grandfather said before he died and I too took advantage of that and wore the cloak of laziness 🤣 that even if I can to that thing I would say I'm tired or I'm sick whereas I am perfectly fine and it went on like that for years, at some points my brothers got fed up and started looking for ways to expose me which was not working because trust me to cover up my traces.

Although I wasn't too strong (with or without my grandpa's words, I don't have strength), I fell sick easily and was quick to cry, quick to injure, quick to fall, and so on. My brothers, on the other hand, wanted me to be their handbag, goalkeeper, gist buddy, fight partner, partner in crime, name it. I do not have the strength for that, but I have no choice, and it was either frustrating or tiring. I'm the only girl below my brother's in age. The others are older.

Everything scattered, or should I say the jinx got broken when I entered the university, I stayed with a lady who had just given birth and I was made to wash clothes every morning before leaving for class, also made sure I cleaned the house twice a week, I was not complaining at first but it later became too much I complained to my mum that someone wants to kill her child. I cried for days and wanted to rent my own apartment, which was granted I moved from her place into the hostel in my school and was enjoying my Lazy self, not until one day I went to visit my pastor's family and met the wife preparing fufu (a local swallow common in Nigeria) she was struggling with it and I helped her out and it came out perfectly, that was it for me I became a pounding machine every Sunday 😭 oh my God.

I complained to my mum, and she said she was going to talk to her about it. That was how my mum started with the story of my grandpa and how I didn't need stress in my life; everything was settled. There is this saying in Nigeria, especially Delta state: "Trouble de sleep, yanga go wake am," meaning "Something or someone was on its own, but you decided to cause a stir." There was an issue with the generator in my pastor's house, and the gen that was on went off; they called the mechanic, and he said he was far away but would be coming around soon. I told my pastor's wife I knew what was wrong with the generator and could repair it. Everyone burst out laughing. With your lazy bones, what can you do, and what do you know about the generator she asked. I didn't answer just went there to where the generator was and checked I found out it was the plug and oil that were the issue (don't be surprised, I grew up with very hyper boys) I asked for money from them and got a new plug and oil, fixed the plug changed the oil in the generator and put it on all by myself with no help from nobody, it worked fine, mind you I did all these because of a program we were watching 🤣, and that was how I became the generator technician 😄 but on minor problems.
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