My Sick Baby.
My friends and I, we were what you would call: “The Life of A Party”. We knew how to make a party feel like a party, and if we weren’t at your party… was that even a party? We dressed to kill - the owners of the party would look like learners beside us except she was one of us.
That was my early days in school.
Things changed though. I went home one holiday to meet my baby sister ill. Mum was a workaholic and so we had a maid to take care of her, Cynthia - that was her name. Dad was 98% times away on a job and so we owned the house. I and the maid. Mum knew Cynthia was sick and took her to the hospital, got drugs and well… left her in the care of the maid.
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Eka, our maid was nice. I really don’t blame her for being forgetful, mum was to blame. My mum always had a party every weekend at our house - don’t gimme that look, where else would I have learnt how to party?
It was either related to work or her high school friends… there was always a reason for her.
Eka spent the week preparing aside the menial jobs she had to do which included cooking, cleaning and washing… and of course babysitting.
See? She had a lot to think of. So, when Cynthia’s drugs finished and she was only feeling worse, mum took her to the hospital…and Eka tagged along. The doctor examined Cynthia and asked questions… it turned out that Eka gave Cynthia her drugs 3times daily instead of twice leading to an overdose of the drugs in my Sis’s system.
Thankfully, we didn’t lose Cynthia but we all learnt our lessons. Nobody could blame Eka, she was hardworking and just forgot mum had said twice not thrice. Cynthia stayed in the hospital for weeks giving mum, dad and myself enough time to think. Mum stopped partying and started coming home earlier than before. I stayed up one night and thought about it; I had a sick baby I was neglecting too.
So the next time my crew came to invite me for a party, I told them I had a sick baby to take care of. They thought twas still my sister but it wasn’t.
My sick baby was my academics I had neglected for partying. My sick baby was my spiritual life which I had given up for the things of the world. My sick baby was the time I could have spent with my real friends but I had abandoned them to be part of the life of a party. My sick baby was everything that really mattered that I had ignored. Do you have a sick baby that you ignoring?
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Lol the whole party stuff really cracked me up😂😂😂 nice story dear.
Thanks deary
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Hmmm....... At a certain point in our lives, we tend to forget what matters most to our lives just by getting involved in the menial things of world.
Believe me when i tell you, we all have our own sick baby.
Nice writeup
Yes dear.... We all do