“This doesn't make any sense!” Ring a bell? If you have been a human being (above the age of five) living on earth you would have said or thought this phrase AT LEAST ONCE every single day of your life. If you are a Christian you must have thought, if not outright said this, many many times as well.
It was one of those days where I was considering screaming and/or throwing something…anything at all….outside the window. I was so upset. I cannot for the life of me remember now what it was that had made me upset (such is the case with things that have no eternal significance). Akan and I must have been arguing about something or the other at the time. Let me backtrack a little here to give you some understanding.
I grew up in a setting where concepts like “discussion” and “input” were FAR OUT. Whoever commanded the use of the CANE a.k.a ASAN was the ONLY person who spoke and whose opinion mattered - and I use the word “cane” here in the loosest of terms because my mother of blessed memory ( whom I absolutely adore ) didn't mind what she laid her hands on. As long as she could use it to set you straight, she would. A few of the “delicacies” we were introduced to over time included (but were not limited to) “omorogun”, iron rod, dirty slaps, a well-aimed knock at the epicentre of your head (made you wonder if they went to a particular school to train for it….such was the accuracy and timing of it) etc. Consequently I grew up not truly understanding what it meant to be in a relationship where more than ONE opinion was necessary.
