Hi All, Its me again, Iyabo.. Just a little update, Baba Iyabo is fine, actually cannot eat meat again as we had to help him eat his meat for the rest of the day....Iya Iyabo shaaaaaaa.
Anyway, Today is about my brother Isiaka, My brother is 15 years but 6 ft 2, so he is actually tall for his age, people actually think he is older when they see his height but when he turns around, one look at his face, they know he is just a baby... baby face toh badt.. My brother doesn't like it, he wants to feel all grown up, like a man, maybe that is what the boys in St' Gregory actually, think, breath and talk about.
Recently, my brother has been taking special care of his uniform (which is by the way white and white), he will polish his brown sandals extra, my sister and I were surprise because my brother never cares for such a thing, he is not dirty but cared less, my brother doesn't believe in perfumes or body spray (even though he sweats and smells like a He-goat, trust me I know what a He-goat smells like, My mum is a bukka merchant).
All of a sudden, he wants us to branch at Olosa market before going home to buy roll-on, body spray and sporting waves for his coco waves...Omaga oh...
My sister and I concluded that he has a girlfriend or trying to impress a girl, we were trying to guess which school, is it our school , or Aunty Ayo girls? or Ireti grammar school? we had no idea as he comes to join us at the bus-stop not the other way round.. we knew our brother and we will find out soon... ( we sleep in the same room and he talks in his sleep hehehehe)
The downside of staying in a house where your mother sells food is that you have RATS... all kinds,, small, big, tiny, noisy, poky.. all manner of rats, my mother has tried and tried to get rid of them but the smell of her food is just too irresistible for them so we decided to give them names..
We have Wasiu, he is the noisy one, we call him Wasiu because yoruba people are just too noisy..
then there is Chukwudi..that one is funny, he never eats alone, he will eat and then come back with his brother to pack some more.. we think he goes to sell it in the rat kingdom..lolz,, enough about the rats already, back to the matter.
Our curiosity dropped about my brother's all of a sudden need for cleanliness and fine boy moves, we were just waiting for the day that he will say it in his sleep and we will be waiting.
Well yesterday night was my lucky day, Baba Iyabo couldnt eat meat yesterday night because of what Iya Iyabo did, so we were struggling with my dad's plate of food and my brother mistakenly stepped on Iya Iyabo's plate of beans..
Now a brief introduction to my Mum's beans, she cooks it with assorted, Shaki, Pomo, goat meat, Ede (crayfish both big and small) and fries the pepper sauce before adding it to the beans, she likes people looking for inspiration( meat) inside her food, it makes her chuckle.. so that is that about the food my brother stepped on.
My mum was angry but decided to mellow because of the event of the morning that got my dad scared. lol..
My brother went to sleep like that, didn't take his bath.
At night, Wasiu (the noisy rat ) woke me up, I groaned not again, but something caught my eye, Wasiu was on my brother's toes nibbling away.. ehen, first thing that came to my mind was to rush over and kill wasiu, but when my brother turned, wasiu will quickly blow breeze on the toe he was nibbling and my brother would smile in his sleep and say "oh Mrs Madu, you are so funny" I paused..."Who the hell is Mrs Madu"
okay this is interesting, Wasiu please keep nibbling.. I tapped my sister to wake up and see, with our eyes wide open, my brother would turn and say "Oh Mrs Madu, I know the answer to that, its Oxymoron, I know that, Its a metaphor" OMG Mrs Madu is his English Teacher...Isiaka has a crush on his English Teacher...We wanted to hear some more but had to stop Wasiu when my brother toes started bleeding...
Trust us to make plenty fun of Mrs Madu's toy boy.hehehehe
By the way, He didn't believe us that Wasiu was the one that wrecked havoc on his toes...
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