As a Nigerian, we wake up to very distinctive sounds:
the never-ending cluck of a chicken,
the honking of cars we don't own,
or the most unwanted yet disturbing sound—our mothers.

"I'm sorry, but it's true."

Next comes morning devotion or morning prayers for the Muslims,
or absolutely none for those who do not care.
Then, we dive straight into chores—this is the part I hate 😢😭
and I think I speak for most of us.
Chores are an endless pain, more frustrating than a crying child.
I could go on and on about my deep dislike for chores,
and if dared, I might even write a poem on it,
but not today...

After chores, we cook. It’s either your turn or someone else’s.
When it's my turn, I'm always on the verge of tears,
and when it's someone else’s, I can't help but sit back and be "taken care of."

© deola_amope
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