It was another Monday morning, the second day of the week, but as you would say, the foundation of a week’s success. The happy voice of my son woke me and then I realized it had not been a dream all along. Somebody was actually singing, and it was my son. I wondered what could have woken him up so happy. Could it have been because today is Monday? I asked myself. I know my boy to enjoy going to school but there was something more to his overwhelming joy this morning. Ignoring him, I headed for the kitchen to make a breakfast of bread and butter, with tea. On getting to the sitting room, I noticed he had switched from singing to murmuring some lines. Could he have a presentation in school? No, I don’t think he would have such and I would not be aware of it. My heart was puzzled.
I went to have a quick shower in my already turned brown, although neatly scrubbed half broken bath tub. After placing the food on the dining table, I came out of the bathroom and checked the time, 6:30am!! How I could wake up so late, I exclaimed. Quickly, I took a blue shirt from my wardrobe where I had carefully hung it, but suddenly, the fear of a new week shook me as I was about putting it on. Overcoming the fear, I wore my shirt and smiled at myself as I was taking my well-ironed trousers from where it was carefully folded. My neatly arranged wardrobe always brought back memories of my secondary school days when I always wanted to attract people with my dressing and I bet none of them could compete with me when it came to dressing and smartness. Little wonder I collected the neatest student award for three years consecutively. I had sat at the edge of my bed to put on my already polished shoe, the one I have been using for two years now without replacement, when my wonderful 16 year old boy entered the room. He has been my partner since I had him. In fact he is my friend with whom our joyful and sad moments are shared. I returned the beautiful smile he gave to me as he walked into the room. Oluwatobiloba is a boy in his second year in the senior secondary school; he is incredibly intelligent for his class, returning home every session with nothing less than five prizes including the overall best student and the neatest boy award. He is my joy and pride. How I adore him.
“Good morning dear, how was your night?” I said, placing him on my laps and replying his earlier greeting. I waited anxiously to hear the good news he had for me and as though he knew that was what I was waiting to hear, he began talking.
…To be continued nextweek