Daisy: ‘It’s gone now, am okay. Twas because i missed my nightly dose of juice’ she said in truth, maybe all of Mama’s rant had somehow paid off afterall.
Jide’s Mom: ‘juice? but they was more than enough at the wedding and You should have told Jide to get you some…’
Daisy: ‘yeah right’ Daisy snorted cutting into Mama speech. she wont be surprise if she got acid instead. Mama was still looking her over, she’s like a mother hen when it concerns Daisy’.
Daisy: ‘Mo wa pa!’ Daisy exclaimed in a funny Yoruba accent and hugged Mama.
Daisy: ‘you should worry about the clothes i will wear when i take my bath, all my…’
Jide’s Mom: ‘oh, that has been taken care of, Jumoke is with it in the parlor, just get prepared’
Daisy: ‘okay’ Daisy said, blew Mama a kiss and bounded off into the bathroom.
Mama smiled inspite of her initial anger, this was another reason why she so loved Daisy.
Down in the parlour, Jide hadn’t found it easier either. A loud knock on his door earlier had jolted him from his slumber, opening it, he was surprised to see his dad, grandmother, Yemi, his immediate younger brother and Jumoke, his sister at the door. He had totally forgotten that it was Sunday and his supposed thanksgiving service. But then what’s there to thank God about, he thought drily.
His family were not smiling one bit, well, so wasn’t he. Shaking his head and with a disgusted look he said:
Jide: ‘Hail the pack of trouble’ and walked away to go lie back on the settee.
Jide’s Dad: ‘Is that supposed to be a greeting or what?’ his father asked ‘or what’ he muttered
Jide’s Grandma: ‘Omo de yi ti baje tan’ put in mama almost shouting. She was also clapping her hands.
Yemi and Jumoke left the bickering ‘grown ups’ to go sit down.
Jide: ‘Really Mama, keep your voice down, you don’t wanna wake the whole damn neighbourhood’ Jide said angrily, mother and son were at it again. He thought
Jide’s Grandma: ‘what kind of lazy neighbours sleep till this time and on a Sunday too? Mama retorted. no more clapping.
Jide’s Dad: ‘My friend, just quietly go inside, take your bath and prepare, time is not on our side’ his father said, he was sitting now.
Jide: ‘prepare for what?’ came Jide’s curt reply
Jide’s Dad: ‘its your wedding thanksgiving service for God’s sake!’ his father replied, his voice high.
Jide laughed briefly, this family of his were really something. He’d be darned if he moved an inch or dance to their tune, not this time around.
Jide: Thanksgiving Ko, praisegiving ni. ‘What am i going to thank God for? For a wedding that was forced on me? Or for a family that is driving me insane?’ his voice had risen.
Jide’s Grandma: ‘I don’t have your time, Nibo ni Daisy wa na?’ mama had said angrily and walked off to go find Daisy.
Jide’s Dad: ‘Kilonshe gbogbo awon omode yi?’ his dad thundered.
Jide: ‘look Dad, am a grown man, you don’t just come to my house to tell me what to do, havnt you done enough already?’ he asked, really pissed.
Jide’s Dad: ‘Yemi give him his cloth, look at the time, we are supposed to have been in church by now, in an hour time, the service would end, will they wait for us specially’. Jide’s dad said, as if Jide had not spoken. He was middle aged, bulky and almost as tall as Jide who stood on 5’7.
Jide: ‘Its okay! if you think you can order me around like a child, we shall see where it ends!’ Jide said shouting. Yemi tossed the bag he had been holding at Jide, he really didn’t envy Jide now with father at his back, they were both stubborn and he wondered whose turf would hold.
Jide, out of curiosity, opened the bag that was tossed at him. Soon His face held a deriding smile, inside was a cloth exactly the same material with that which his family were wearing, he guessed Daisy would wear just the same Ankara material, he never doubted that she would gladly without resistance adorn it, well that was her business, his was making sure he was not caught dead on this uniformed cloth with his annoying family trotting like an i.diot in front of a large congregation to go thank God for nothing spectacular he could name. No sir, he won’t! ‘you guys got all the bloody nerves’ he said rather calmly and tossed the bag back to Yemi.
Jide: ‘did you actually expect me to wear that? Jide, wear the Ankara with…’
He stopped midway, it was really not worth the trouble to keep the word exchange, he would just stay and watch who was gonna force the cloth on him and he would show that person a piece of his mind.
His mind set, he picked up his remote to switch on his television. None pushed further, even his dad rested resignedly on the chair while jumoke rose to go meet Daisy and Mama in the room. The guys could tear themselves up for all she cared.
The atmosphere was still cooking with a kind of angry heat, when mama, Daisy and Jumoke walked in. As Jide had noted, Daisy was wearing her share of the family uniform, though her hers fitted her perfectly and highlighted her curves. The clock showed the time to be 9:10. Yet None in the parlor was making a move. The entrants quietly went to seat on different settee in the parlor, they too didn’t know what to say or do. As they sat, each to his thought, Jide looked different, he hadn’t taken his bath neither was he on the uniformed attire.
Daisy had noticed a sort of glint in Jide eyes, in the split second he had paid them a cursory look when they came in, his eyes had lingered on her for more than required, and that her unsettled her a bit. Later, on her seat she translated it to mean admiration or at worse, a figment of her hazy imaginations. She wasn’t sure, ‘Must still be the juice’ she thought.
None said anything for the next few minutes and the silence was deafening, everybody was tired of the mulish Jide, His was a case of taking a horse to the stream and then leaving the drinking part totally to the exigencies of the horse for Jide still didn’t show concern one bit as his gaze fixed on the Tele.
Mama spoke now, she was visibly angry. If everyone kept their peace, Jide would end up having his way and today would be a total waste, Though Jumoke had called one of her usher friend at the church to shift their thanksgiving to the second service, the service was already 30 minutes underway! What kind of defiance was jide putting up? she thought fighting hard to contain her anger.
Jide’s Grandma: ‘Jide’ she started ‘please for the sake of Abike…’ Abike was his deceased mum ‘…and for the sake of the love and respect you ever had for me and your dad, wole ko lo we, jó omo mi, jó … am begging!’ (enter go and bath please, my child pls) mama said with the softest voice she could mutter, ‘cos inside she was burning hot. It was very obvious that Jide wouldn’t respond to force, best to try the pleading way.
Jide: ‘Don’t bring mum into this issue’ came jide’s curt reply few minutes later, as if he had been contemplating.
Everyone kept mute, even mama. And after what seemed like ages, Jide switched off the television, stood up, hissed and muttered something, before storming out of the parlour. Silence still.
Some minutes later, Jide resurfaced, he’d taken his bath and was wearing a black shirt on a jean trouser, he was also putting on a black speck, every eyes turned on him but he said nothing to his family, he just went past them outside. An impatient horn from Jide outside jolted them from their inertia, they quietly stood up and walked out, none uttered a word. On the chair sat the bag containing Jide’s Ankara cloth, it would obviously rot there forever, Daisy thought rather amused, this husband of hers was definitely a character.
Minutes later, they arrived at the headquarters of Love Word Assembly situated in Ikeja, mama had insisted on riding in Jide’s car, even though he disagreed. Mama had said she could not take any chance with him, if not he would do something st.u.pid like dropping Daisy along the road and zooming off elsewhere, after much persuasion accompanied with another family drama in the compound, Jide grudgingly accepted.
Their thanksgiving kicked off not long after they arrived for they came in quite late but in the nick of time. The family had hardly settled down when the Olukoyas family was announced to come for their wedding thanksgiving. Mama immediately got busy, soon, relatives and family were dancing to the altar with huge tubers of Yam, mama could not contain her joy, she danced from one corner to the other shaking her behind, she would dance front and dance back even to the amusement of the congregation.
Jide felt so sill.y in the midst of his uniformed family, it turned out to be that some of their relative were also wearing the same Ankara material, he was angry, irritated and mortified, if not for the presence of a large congregation, he would have simply left. Mama’s dancing was irritating him the more, she was dancing like she was the one who had wedded not him, Daisy on her part was all smiles and was shaking her body lightly to the praises being sang by the choir, not only her but all his family, his sister, father, brother, the relatives and well wishers from the church, he wondered if there was another reason this people were happy about if not the obvious? He just couldn’t wait to be out of these clowns known as his family.
Daisy on her part was having a good time, she had at first felt silly about the uniformed clothes everyone was wearing, soon she got used to it, even loved it,
Daisy: ‘another reason to love the yorubas’ she thought. She noticed her aunty and waved, her aunty waved back, she was part of the entourage of thanks givers, Daisy felt welcomed and at home in the midst of them all. she didn’t regret her marriage at that moment any bit, she couldn’t rein in her joy as she just let the music take over her and soothe her nerves, while she ignored the anger and irritation on Jide’s face.
Daisy: ‘He won’t spoil my fun, not this time around’ she thought happily as she danced away her sorrows.
Daisy waved sadly at the Olukoyas as they boarded their car back home while Jide waited impatiently for her in his car. The normal thing would have been to go the Family house to celebrate proper, but counting on Jide’s acceptance was a tall order, so that would pass.
Mama had promised to send in her clothes and phone later that day and she found herself wishing that she could drive home with them instead.
As she climbed beside the visibly irritated Jide, she wondered what fate had in stock for her in her forever after.
Jide zoomed off without as much as a glance or word to her. That night again, he slept on the settee in the parlour.
Names have been changed to protect the identity of the narrator and other individuals in the story.
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