This one is dedicated to all the Nigerian girls who can relate. Here's to you. It's Friday afternoon, the day before Christmas, I am dreading getting up because I have been ignoring my mother's toxic side eye since and now I am just tired. I know how to complain well and I might even have a PhD in it so I turn on my complaining spirit and face it on my sister who is just desperately tired of hearing me groan. ’’Nwa stand up let's just start the work so we can have some breathing space before midnight mass". So we get up and go to the kitchen where my Mum has already stated defrosting ram meat, turkey and chicken for Christmas day. She tells us to get useful frying the buns and ‘puff puff’ from the dough she has already prepared and if we are lucky ‘chin chin’ is ...
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