Dear Diary, It’s a holiday, took the girls to the beach for the first time. Okay, I loaded my ice chest with drinks and cookies, am really trying at this mommy thing. Hehehe! Only to get there and see the sign, no food or drinks allowed. Like Seriously! How? I only have 40ghc on me. Gate fee to get in was 15ghc remainder 25ghc. Spent less than an hour there and had to leave because my kids were so scared of water, one got sick. “Mommy, my stomach is paining me” she said. Ok, so right when we leave and get back into the car, a miracle happens, her stomach heals. Hehehe, life with two almost three year olds = Wahala!
Diary dear, so it’s Friday night, grandma is babysitting, and I am off to a jazz club with a friend. A little music is good for the soul right? Got dressed up, had 60ghs on me, on the way, something tells me, you will be needing more than that, so I make a U turn, and stop at an ATM. Took more cash out, and here I go. Stopped at an intersection and next thing I hear is a BANG! The force pushes the car forward, my head hits the steering wheel, my glasses flies off, Jesus, I slam on my breaks and the car comes to a halt in the next lane. The BIG BANG THEORY, it all started with a BIG …. I look around and all cars have stopped. People are looking. The driver in the car behind is out of his car. I find my glasses, get out and he is talking some ****, I check my car and amazingly nothing major happened, just the paint coming off. I stare at the man, who was still saying “madam, am sorry”, I shake my head, get back in my car and drive off. I am going to listen to my jazz no matter what. Nothing is stopping me. Dude was still standing there, when I got to the lights, make another U turn and got in my car.
Had great fun at the jazz place, danced my stress off. Some dance to remember and some dance to forget. I wonder why I was dancing. It could be for both. The music was oldies, brought back memories. Old man tried to buy us drinks. Why, na by force? First drink we said “thank you” but did not touch it, then here he comes again. Ok, seriously! Leave us alone. All of us girls are spoken for. And even if not, you look like our father, what on earth are you doing buying us drinks that we are not drinking. It is past mid-night at this point, so we are ready to leave, and with grandpa trying so hard to buy more drinks, we figured we need to exit and quick. On the way back, am driving alone at almost 1:00am in Accra, and I start praying, Dear God, I know my church has an all-night going on as I was out there shaking my **** to old school music. Please forgive me my trespasses, and get me home safe. Lol! The things I pray for. Lol!
Moving on to Saturday. Laundry day. I have a washer, but here I am hand washing everything. WOW, how did our parents and grandparent and those before them do it? I cannot do this. Yes the washer does not clean everything the way you want it, I get it, but how are we supposed to walk around looking pretty, and at the same time, cook meals, wash, scrub, mop, sweep, feed, give hugs and kisses, clean dripping noses, mediate, provide a listening ear, motivate, attend parties, funeral, engagements, church, etc. etc. etc. all in one weekend, then dress up wear 6 inch heels and rule the world at the same time. As am thinking about all these and washing, and stopping in-between to feed breakfast, bath them and listening to complains and refereeing fights, the lyrics “am not your supper woman, starts playing in my head”.
Amazingly, we hold it all together somehow. We joggle all these balls constantly, and sometimes you drop one or two, *** who wouldn’t, but really, I think women are supper beings in a way. Like Beyoncé’s song goes, who rules the world? GIRLS!