I have nine siblings. What a number, right? Yes! we are ten children of my father, my mum has five children and my stepmom has five as well. I am number 8 in all but I'm number three of my mum's children. My elder siblings, the children of my step mum are all grown up that they're old enough to give birth to me. number one two three are adult ladies,so I didn't really relate with them on a level of siblings but like mother and child. while numbers four and five are guys. we bonded very well.
My mum has four girls and a boy. The only son of my mum is my immediate elder brother. My elder brother went to live with my aunt who is my mum's younger sister because he felt my dad was too strict, so my step mom's last son whom I usually call big bro was the person I looked up to as my immediate elder brother all my life because he was the only one there for me and my younger sisters.
Myself and my siblings during a wedding ceremony.
while we were growing up, I really enjoyed the company of my siblings, my big brother most especially. My brother usually play drums made of my mum's broken bucket and tins of tomato paste, I and my younger sister with our friends will dance under the tree in front of our house every evening. He tells us funny stories and we would laugh so hard, he would help with all our assignments and also help loosen our braids on Saturdays. He was always there as a big brother.
As we grew older, we started fighting a lot. My big bro will beat me up for every little thing I do wrong, I wished I had no elder brother as I also fight with my younger sister for messing up the room. I wished I had a room to myself and not have to share with my sister. I wished I was the only one.
When Big bro left home for the university, I was very happy I felt I didn't need him around but before I knew it, I was already missing him.
He came back home few weeks later and I was very happy to see him but he was sick. I cried a lot praying that he gets better and promising that I will not get him angry ever again.
Big bro got better and returned to school and he never beat me again.
I also left for uni and my younger sister realized how important I was to her. She would always call to give me the jist of the happenings at home. We became fund of each other. I was the first person she would tell anything. She trusted my judgement in all issues.
I and my sisters during a wedding ceremony.
My siblings are my support system presently. I always thank God for their lives. Whenever we come together for a celebration, we are always happy. We are united for a common goal. We have a group chat where we come together on Sundays to discuss issues.
Whenever I need assistance, my big bro is the first person I talk to. I never wish to be alone again because I know how important my siblings are to me now. I always look forward to celebrations that will bring us together physically.
This post is my response to Hive learners community weekly featured contents on the topic: Siblings.
All the pictures used are mine.
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