Hey Tribe! 
I am not smiling at all so no pleasantries today.

One of the beautiful things about me running this blog is the privilege I get to be able to vent on you all.

So, in this period when everyone is trying to be calm and save energy and all, Papa got dolls for the girls during the lockdown.
My first reaction was "which one is this one again?" but I decided to rejoice with the children instead and not be a killjoy. 

That was how my status quickly changed from being a mother of two to a mother of five. I will explain; my two girls plus Matana's former doll, and the other two dolls papa got for them.

So my journey to nanny duties for dolly began, especially with Ari. She made me do pretend to feed, give the doll a bath, and even change the diaper. Don't let me get started on the many times she will dismantle every part of the doll and make me fix it, and repeat the circle over again. To say I am exhausted is an understatement. 
Ari sanitizing Tana's old doll

If that wasn't enough,
Just this hot Saturday afternoon, after being tired from running around for Ari and her dolly and mentally drained from my wonderful data network that won't let me be great, I laid on the floor to rest my tired body a little.

There I was in dreamland, as I was about descending the hills to my village I felt a hard slap on my body. The slap jerked me back to reality. I woke up and saw Ari crying beside me and hitting me at the same time (she was actually trying to wake me up).

I got up immediately and started running. I ran to the kitchen and checked if I probably left food on fire. I checked the door too to be sure I didn't leave it open. All was well and good.

All along, Tana kept asking me "mummy what is wrong?" " why are running? I couldn't even tell her why because I didn't even know why. All I know was that my sleep was disturbed and I was trying to booth.

So I asked Tana why her sister was crying and she said because she couldn't fix her dolly.

Ah! My chest! So this child woke me up because of ordinary baby rubber!!!

So I took the dissembled parts and fixed it all for her.

You see, a proverb in my village says that "a warrior going for battle does not disclose his tactics"

Tonight, while the children are deep asleep. I will quietly take all their dolls and hide them safely away from their reach and thereafter, proceed to take up my award as the "world meanest mum ever".

If I am going to have struggles in this Lagos, definitely babysitting a doll for Ari will not be one of them.

Read up on one of my Lagos struggles here 

Who else needs to receive the award for "world meanest someone" for that troublesome person around you?
Vent in the comment section.

© Rachel Jesuseme


  1. The joy of having girls. They even use my expensive hair products to make their doll’s hair mcheeew. I can’t wait for someone to ask me mummy what should I make you. Well done my sister πŸ˜€πŸ˜€

  2. Hahaha.
    I can't laugh enough.
    Please give me the doll let me hide for you.
    These children wee nor give us high bp biko. Lolz

  3. Hilarious! From a mother of 2 to a mother of 5. lol.

    1. It was not a funny experience πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚


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