The look on ‘Mom’s’ face was one of surprise rather than anger.
‘Surprise’ because her 5 year old could asked the her that question. ‘Surprise’ Because it was the last thing Mom was expecting from her 5-year old’s mouth. And most definitely the ‘anger’ she was building up melted away because she has been calling (shouting?) him to come out of his bedroom minutes on-end before he finally emerged to the lounge to answer his Mom.
Now that was a banter between my nephew and my younger Sister. She told me how she suddenly felt ‘old’ and we laughed.
Here is another funny but thoughtful scenario:
An older friend of mine booked a handyman to come and fix her kitchen sink. During the 4 to 5 hours that the handyman was at my friend’s flat, she shouted at different intervals for either of her two (2) sons to get this or do that.
Guess what Mr. Handyman did when he completed his task?
He walked to my friend and shouted ‘I have finished!’
Of course my friend was upset and asked why he had to shout that he has completed the kitchen sink job?
Mr. Handyman cheekily answered ‘ Well I thought that’s how you communicate in this house’?
Typical English Man. Laugh
Honestly, why do we Africans/Nigerians (especially women/mothers) shout? Is that the only way we can pass across our message as ‘I mean it’ or to stress our ‘authority’ to our children/younger or sometimes spouses or friends? The funniest thing is – we don’t do any form of shouting at work!!!
I will forgive anyone that says Lagos (or any other metropolitan City in Nigeria/Africa) is noisy. With the loud car/bus/truck horns blaring, bus conductors’ blabbing, market-women calling and all other dingy, I can indeed forgive but when we get to a City like London or Aberdeen for example in the UK, why do we still shout at home? I can also forgive the shouting/noisy conversations at Nigerian parties (of course – our Owambes just have to be noisy) as well but really…why at home?
Have you ever called from the UK to Nigeria and tried to hold a conversation with a relative in the Lagos ‘noise’. You find out you can barely hear the other person on the line whilst the same person will confirm they can hear you perfectly and carry on with the conversation? Most times I give up and promise to call later when the person I was talking to gets home – that is if the neighbour’s generator’s and your relative’s generator noises combined will let you!
I don’t know how many of you have seen the agony of the ‘African Man Gets Burgled’ on youtube but the typical Nigerian parent shouting was well captured (if you havent seen it here it is))
I remember a time when my siblings and I gave my Mom (God rest her soul) a nickname ‘Mrs Shonariwo’ simply because she can shout down instructions from her bedroom to our own. Now ‘Ariwo’ means ‘Noise’ in Yoruba language but I have no idea what the ‘Sho’ stands for but Shonariwo is a well knownYoruba name and since it worked for the purpose my siblings and I wanted it for, we use the nickname now and again to respond when Dearest Mom ‘Mrs. Shonariwo’ calls. Soon enough she realised why we nicknamed her such; she called a family meeting and told us off. Needless to say that was the end of it. It was either that or the Koboko will reset our brains to its original or default setting.
So over to you my folks kindly read, share this article AND to make this more fun can you also share your own ‘Shonariwo’ moments? 🙂
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