Opinion article by Duke of Shomolu, Joseph Edgar
Since Mena passed, I have assumed a new role, which is that of a single father.
In the immediate aftermath of her passing, I wondered how we would cope. Because she was all over Alvin. She would fret at everything and suffocate him with too much attention that the young man ran away.
He ran to his cousin Ikemefuna who was on the next street and Mena would chase him there with food and all sorts and would call me from where I was,’ come and talk to your son, he won’t come home’ and I will say leave him alone.
Thankfully, Ikem and his aunty Maryann gave him a super buffer, which allowed him to process the initial hurt and begin to find himself again.
Also, now I am technically a single father, for I have to take into consideration his well being on every decision I take.
I think he too sees himself as a single father as he always tries so hard to protect me from only God knows what.
He would call per second, send chats. Are you ok? He would ask, and I would say yeah. During the funeral, he would put his hands around my waist and say it is okay. Stop crying.
Well, the most exciting times of my single fatherhood is going back to school shopping. I have never done this in my life and do not even know the beginning and the end of the thing
The first day, the greedy and wicked women at Alade Market took me to the cleaners. I used to hear Mena say- “Duke, we are at Alade Market, and the money is finished.”
So, to Alade Market we went. N100K later, I had only 6 items. I was happy and thanked the female thief, masked as a trader.
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I had told her what had happened and pleaded for her assistance, and she took the opportunity. I thanked her as we drove to the shoprite to find out that the jar of Vaseline she sold for N6000 to me was actually N900.
I only prayed that her children did not become motherless because of her.
So, today was one of those days. Single Fatherhood Day. We had covid tests to do, hair to cut and shopping to do.
I was becoming an expert. I woke up early, took my bath, and rushed to Magodo, where he lives with his beautiful Aunty Maryann
First shock. This boy is still sleeping. If I slap him now, they will say bad parenting. So I calmly called him up and said ,’ You don’t have to take your bath, nobody will know just wash your teeth, and let’s go’
Babanla parenting, I swear. In the car, I asked him about Chrisland, and he said no comment. I say if you want to do ur own, wait till u are 18 and don’t go to Sharia country, you won’t see me o.
I don’t have head for anybody to cut. We did the covid and went to eat at Barcelos. Nice breakfast o.
From there we went to have special father son bonding. He cut his hair, and I did whatever with my hair and then shopping.
This is the true test of fatherhood. At the time, he went alone and chop my N100k; this time, I was determined.
I say send me the list; he did. I secretly deleted some items and took him through the shop, avoiding the aisle that had perfumes, shampoo, and all those exotic things.
I said Buhari has banned importation. Let’s do Omo and Canoe by the time we finished; we had spent only N77k
I used the change to buy myself slippers for the next shop.
I am enjoying this. Fate threw it at me, thinking I would baulk, but I am enjoying it and can’t even wait to be a grandfather because that’s the next goal.
Thank you,
*Duke of Shomolu*
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