Who would have believed that lost iron spoons would be on my bride price lists?

Eyo Jedidiah Precious
@preciouseyo450605
24 days ago

‎SATURDAYS ARE FOR REMEMBRANCE
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‎Some memories don’t knock.
‎They sit quietly… until one random thought pulls them out.
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‎Throughout my primary school years into secondary school,
‎I went to school with food in a cooler.
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‎Even during WAEC and NECO, I never joked with that cooler.
‎Food was serious business.
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‎Back in primary school, I took a rubber spoon to school.
‎When I got to secondary school… I was still using rubber spoons.
‎And that's when the worry began.
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‎How can a fine girl in JSS 1 still be carrying a rubber spoon,
‎while other girls were using iron spoons like big madams?
‎JSS 2 came.
‎Same rubber spoon.
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‎So I started sneaking an iron spoon to school.
‎At that time, my mum didn’t want to hear an iron spoon at all. She was afraid I would lose her spoon. But there I was, feeling like a big girl. Growth must show.
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‎She caught me eventually.
‎After much protest, explanation, and emotional blackmail…
‎She agreed, and my iron spoon journey began.
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‎In less than one term, iron spoons started disappearing mysteriously.
‎The spoon container in the kitchen became as light as a feather, almost empty. Mummy became suspicious.
‎Nigerian mothers don’t investigate with noise. They investigate with eyes.
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‎She noticed something strange: Her beloved daughter, Precious, goes to school with a spoon and comes back home spoon-less.
‎In one week, I lost not less than two spoons, and if you know Nigerian mothers, you know they don’t joke with kitchen utensils. So mummy said I would pay for the spoons. But not now.
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‎She said it would be when my husband comes to ask for my hand in marriage.
‎According to her, it will be added to my bride price list.
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‎Cartons of imported spoons.
‎At first, it sounded like a joke.
‎But it’s been over ten years…
‎and she still reminds me.
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‎Fast forward to 2023.
‎I broke one of her fancy trays.
‎Mistakenly o.
‎(I mistakenly stepped on it —
‎Instead of the tray to magically survive, it dared to break.)
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‎Guess what?
‎Mummy added it to the bride price list.
‎I begged.
‎But she no gree tamper mercy with justice. 😞😭😭😭
‎(I mean… tamper justice with mercy.)
‎😭😭
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‎At this point,
‎I already have a full life story to tell my future bone of my bone and flesh of my flesh.
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‎Please, what language should I use to explain to him that his future wife is deeply sorry and didn’t plan to increase the pending list?
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‎He should prepare.
‎His darling wife has bought market.
‎(My actions have created serious financial consequences.)
‎He has plenty plates to import for mummy.
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‎Honestly, I feel for that young man.
‎Ahhhhh 😭😰😨
‎E sha no concern me.
‎But then again… is it really my problem? 🥺
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‎My Oduwgun and I can sort Mummy's spoon later
‎All I know is this:
‎Tomorrow is Sunday.
‎And I hope you’re not planning to stay at home and sleep.
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‎Oya, stand up.
‎Go and iron your clothes for tomorrow’s service 🙄
‎Because attending the gathering of brethren
‎is not just something Jesus lovest’s something you need.
‎That sense of belonging.
‎That quiet strength.
‎That reminder that you’re not walking this life alone.
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‎Don’t miss the chance to be surrounded by people
‎who lift your spirit,
‎steady your faith,
‎and remind you of the truth.
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‎Never forget this:
‎Jesus loves you.
‎And sometimes,
‎He waits for us…
‎right there in church.
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