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I have had a lot of neighbors in the past few years since I got married but one of them stood out. The compound where I lived with mummy Samuel is a typical Nigerian is not a nation but the alimentation of many nations.
I lived in the last flat and I am from the west while my right hand neighbor was a South southerner, the next flat after that was occupied by a woman from the east then I was this mummy Samuel who stayed directly at the back of my flat who came from the north.
I am a teacher, the south- southerner is a farmer while the other woman from the east is a trader meaning the three of us goes out early in the morning and come back in the afternoon or evening. Only the woman from the north stays at home because she is a full house wife.
Mummy Samuel, the nothen woman is a typical definition of a full house wife from her stature to her character. She is a round, blod and beautiful woman in her early thirties. She has two children whom I take with me to school every day. In exchange for the favor of doing the school runs for her because our children attend the same school, she would feed me on all the gist of the things that was happening in our area.
Before she would try to call me from the window, her oversized slippers would have announced that she was approaching from the way it would be making Kpa kpa kpa sounds behind her as she walked. Then the call would come “mummy Kareem, your oga dey?(is your husband around) You no dey fetch water today? (Won't you fetch water today)Once the call comes, I would quickly finish anything I was doing then grab my basin while she waits.
Mummy Samuel would say make i do gunumo for you (let me gist you) then tells me about all the things that took place while we were away without leaving anything behind. She never got tired of talking. She talks about people around more than she talks about herself. In exchange for the gossip she would come up with needing one thing or the other which I give to her often.
Mummy Samuel might be like iya, you get small soup for pot make I use am mop this my semo wey remain from yesterday night make e for no waste (woman, do you have some soup to spare? I need it to eat the few moles of swallow meal leftover from last night so it does not waste) or shey you get suger? gari dey hungry me (do you have some sugar to spare?, I am craving cassava flasks).
I make sure to share whatever I have with her in the most convenient way and I try as much as possible to mind what she knows about me so I don't become a topic of conversation between her and some other friends. We still keep in touch after years of moving out of that compound but I sure know when to draw the line.
