when judah met judith

mummy and little big sis have been in cold war mode all week. this has meant the whole "let'supdate the world about our trip to lagos before the end of the week" plan has gone down the pan with their once loving relationship. so...as mummy gets on with searching google for any books addressing "how to love them when they are being very unloveable" ,i figured i better man up and finish this job that these 2 clearly aren't up to. so much for women and multi tasking eh? anyhoo, i figured i need to tell you about my experience of lagos. well, when we arrived at grandpa's house i was quickly introduced to my nanny. yes, that's right, i had my own nanny for the holiday. ok - so she was for morayo-hope too but she loved me...can you blame her? with this little smile? i had her at "tata!".

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her name was judith, a petite girl with fair skin and big eyes.  she was wearing a t-shirt that said"chop my money" and mummy immediately decided she was cool. we hit it off instantly and before long i was like putty in her hands. she introduced me to the joys of being carried around on the back african stylee, and soon all i really needed mummy for was my milk. mummy was struggling to adjust to this life of having someone knock on the door at 8 and taking over the care of the children for the rest of the day!she didn't even have to bath us. judith would stay till we went to bed.

 she enjoyed coming to ode-remo with us on boxing day to my grandad's hometown. we also went to a big family gathering called kemule day in sagamu to celebrate the descendants of my great great great grandmother.. as you can probably tell, her name was kemule, she was mother to iya eleni, who was mother to iya ode, who was mother to George Adetola who is dad to kola…MY DAD…and yes there were a lot of people.

these pictures were taken at my grandpa’s house in Ode-Remo

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morayo-hope was given a coconut from one of the trees there. we even saw a peacock but it kept disappearing into the bushes so we didn't really get a good picture of it.

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we also took judith with us to all the restaurants & hotels we got to go to in lagos. she thought we were angels sent from above. she was an orphan and had stopped school due to lack of funds. she was now approaching 20 and nannying was her job, although nowhere near as well paid or regarded as nannies are in the west. the opportunity to go out opened her eyes to a whole new world & mummy had to stop the messiah complex that threatened to creep in.

by the end of the trip, she had become attached to me, and i to her. as judith said a tearful goodbye to us at the airport, mummy said a tearful goodbye to her freedom as she realised that her holiday was well and truly over.  was there really no way we could fit her petite frame in mummy's suitcase? sigh.  naturally i expected things to continue as they had been in lagos. lots of being carried everywhere on mummy's back has become the normal order of things. only downside is she doesn't sing "pakurumo ko jo dada" quite as well as my aunty judith (don't tell her though - she's very competitive!)


judah iyanu