Beatrice was of course a career-driven personality who wanted to attain same position as her dad – an SAN but in a younger age. All that seems to occupy her mind were just law, law, law and becoming like her dad.
One could have said marriage was the next thing in her mind. But with the way she behaves and carry herself, marriage wasn’t even part of her top ten to-do-list in the next ten years. This was a different case for Mrs. Taiwo. After seeing her bag an LL.B and an LL.M, both before 25, what next if not marriage. “All the problem in Nigeria cannot be solved by my daughter alone, let her marry jare”. Mrs. Taiwo had concluded in her heart.
“It seems you are very tired dear. Try to freshen up and eat, I want us to discuss about something when you are done” Mrs. Taiwo said to her as she kept on forcing the jacket out of her body.
Apparently, her three weeks in Nigeria had given her extra weight.
“It’s either I am going to change my suit or change my meals. I can’t just be getting fat like this” She murmured to herself, ignoring her mum’s statement.
“Which fat? Is it until you become slimmer than a female anopheles mosquito before you will know that you are slim enough? For God’s sake, you need to add up some weight, it’s a sign that you came to Nigeria. Not eating those leafs and grasses you people call food in the UK. Apparently, you would have to change your suit, because you will keep eating our diets until you get as fat as your dad and his twin put together.” Mrs. Young said
“Alright mum, I have heard you. Let’s go on with the discussion now. If I go inside and freshen up, I am not coming out again. Have some presentations tomorrow.” Beatrice said finally referring to her mum’s first statement, ignoring the latter.
“Marriage!” Mrs. Taiwo said bluntly. “You are twenty-five now and you are definitely not going to get any younger. What plans have you made towards that since the last time we spoke about it two weeks ago” She added.
“Mummy! Ah” She said as she laughed. “Thank God you said two weeks ago. We just spoke about it na. Give me some time to think and brood over it. Like three years” Beatrice said.
“Ye! Three what?” Mrs. Young shouted. “You are not serious at all. I am not even giving you three days to think about anything. Three years kor. Seven years nii. You will get married soon oh. In fact, I have found you the husband. A very handsome young man” Mrs. Taiwo said.
“Oh Oh mummy!” She said as she grumbled towards her mum statement of finding her a spouse. “It’s just your own you are saying oh. I am not ready for any husband anything” She said as she muttered the words to herself silently.
“You said what? You are not ready? Do you think I need you to be ready nii…?” Mrs. Taiwo was still speaking when the door opened. Mr. Taiwo had just returned. The coming of Mr. Taiwo was like a joyous daybreak to end Beatrice’s long night of captivity with her mother’s palava. Beatrice sighed deeply and said thank God.