Alright I admit.
Last week was ‘too occupying’ for me as I didn’t get to complete anything in whole bloc.
School runs, dinners, shouting, chasing, settling arguments, cleaning after, monitoring, allocating chores, withdrawing chores, forgetting chores, rebuking, reprimanding, time-outing, and etc all punctuated my week.
I honestly missed that today heading back to base.
But one thing that stood out to me came from my neighbour Danny.
After exchanging pleasantries on Friday, he was surprised to learn I have been around for the whole week.
I told him I was on holiday.
Head tilted sideways...’holiday?....at home? He asked!
I understood quickly....’no actually, it wasn’t holiday per se, it was more like taking time off from office to work from home to sort out one or two things’.
‘Oh’ he said.
When I walked in to my house, I just went straight to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of super malt and a can of Coke, mixed them with one third of Schweppes lemonade and walked to the conservatory we were touching up to crash into a sofa there.
To the people around us, holiday means holiday. What I booked for was an holiday. But to insist to my neighbour I had my holiday ‘at home’ was like a blasphemy to the spirit of holidaying.
So it was quick thinking to say I was only working from home to save the situation.
In the West, holiday means holiday....get out and refresh yourself and come back to hit the ground running.
As I am feeling now, I will need 21 shouts of hallelujahs, 18 screams of hosannas, 15 shouts of ‘ogo’, 11 shouts of ‘iyins, and 7 shouts of fire and sealed with ‘surely goodness and mercy to sustain me along with pro-caffeine plus tablets.
All the Hs names I screamed throughout last week are now echoing back to me to haunt me as I am now alone and surrounded by quietness.
I called out to train warden who woke me up to check my ticket ‘Hephzy why are bothering me?’
“Your ticket sir. Sorry I startled you”.
I looked and saw a lady in virgin uniform grinning. She knew I was dreaming.
I wished I was at home instantly.
No place like home. And nothing like proper holiday.
But like madam has laid down the marker, whatever holiday you are going on....just make plans for 4 more.
When I asked why.
“Don’t you think I even need holiday from you and your children ni? You can’t go on holiday alone to leave me alone with your loads oh”.
Me: Lobatan.
To them... Holiday for 5 loading somewhere in Europe or North America
Me: thinking it should be me alone with my parents. Just me!
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