It's 03:29, I am here and my excitement for this blog probably sent these blood sucking, malaria sharing anopheles mosquitoes to keep me awake. Hold on; let me “kill them all” in Jon's voice and then go on to gist you about my ancestor. Nothing's fair in love and war. This is war.
My grandmother is an interesting woman- shiny dark skin, beefy booty, long brown hair with silver linings. Fadeke was the strongest of them all. With her soul piercing white eyes, she could read the mischief brewing in my mind. I can still hear my ears echo from one of her slaps. Grandpa revered this woman till he died.
I was a nosy child, that irked a lot of adults. Back then, children were simply not allowed to know some things. But what do you say to the adults? Not today. I would balance my ear flat on the wooden door, listen to every word and return to my goons to serve hot gist. 3 out of the 10 times I was caught; I wished the Lord of Light would come running to rescue one of his descendants.
Speaking of the lord of light, Fadeke would gather her grandchildren periodically to tell stories . As she balances herself on the tall chair, we would take position on the mat at her feet. We were like her disciples. What's disturbing is, there's always a cane by her right side long enough to meet you in hell!
Once upon a time in the land of Egba, a great warrior was born. Dada made a grand entrance into the world with a stone in his left hand. Picture this, a newly born baby came prepared to stone Buhari to death? Buhahahaha. Regretfully; baba followed the wrong Nysc batch.
Dada was so powerful he could control lightening and thunder; that's not all, he could also emit fire from his mouth! There you go, our very own Lord of Light! This made him a fierce warrior, who wouldn't be? Think about it, small darcays like this you'll see fai fia.
He once electrocuted an entire court room because they were going to sentence him to death for the murder of his wife, hmmmm. I've had it, the curiosity in me would soon land me in trouble; I knew this. So I asked, grandma, if he is truly your great grandfather; how come you don't have super powers?
She then said to me with her brightest smile, 'Come, come closer let me answer you specially'. Fadeke barely smiles, something is off but I could not place it. I drew closer as requested, then it hit me. Her masculine hand hits my face hard! The sound of lightening mixed with thunder couldn't compare! Right there and then ; I was convinced she is truly a descendant of the Lord of Light. Period.
Written by Molawa Olawale.
Edited by Abayomi Olaofe.
Her masculine hand hits my face hard! The sound of lightening mixed with thunder couldn't compare! Right there and then ; I was convinced she is truly a descendant of the Lord of Light. Period.
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