“I am sorry, I did not mean to” He stood by the door of my room pleading again
“Go away please. Leave my room” I responded calmly
“I was trying to pick it up and….”
“Young man, just go. Have you finished the mopping?
“Yes. It was an accident”
“Go. it is not a big deal. Just go”
Watching him leave apprehensively, an image popped up in my head. Watching Iyawo-Urhobo hurl a can of Saturday Night powder at her daughter Edirin as she chased her round the compound angrily. Then just as quickly, another vision superimposed itself over that one. Mama Oche walking away from her son who had mistakenly dropped her flask on the floor.
Then this popular Nigerian saying came to my head. About not flogging a child on the day he spills palm oil.
A saying which simply means deferred punishment.
“Why do you even need to flog him at all?” I countered
Right at that instant as my son walked away almost dejectedly I called him back. For the first time in my life I was only realising how faulty the premise of that saying was. It was a passive-aggressive thing to do to a child. To any body. Ignore the elephant in the room yet expect the person to run around freely.
As he sat down on my bed, we got talking.
“I said it is okay so do you keep apologising?”
“Because I broke your glass and you are not saying anything”
“is this not your house too?”
“Yes. But you bought it with your money” he answered, shoulders still hunched while looking away
“I am the parent. Who else is going to buy it? you?”
He was silent.
“Hey, sit up and look at me” I chided him
“Have you ever broken something?”
He searched his memory bank. Then came up with one incident of a cracked plate at my friend’s house when we visited.
“Listen, I used to break stuff most times growing up in my auntie’s house. Quality crockery she returned home with from England. It was so bad that I felt sad for her. It was like my hands were accident-prone. Yet she never gave me grief.
“I am your mother. I do not recall you ever breaking anything. Even as a toddler, you did not break any of my devices nor throw any into water. So why should I make a fuss because you broke a cup for the first time in your life?”
We hugged and he left. Leaving me relieved. I have always worried that I was living with an old soul because which child does not break something?
