Mama Efon’s Last One.

Mama Efon’s Last One.

 

This is how I remember it. This is the image of my grandmother that sticks; that Christmas of 2005, the Christmas before she died.

She is sitting at the dining table, in her customary chair. She has a bowl of Bournvita in front of her. Yes. A bowl. Apparently, this is how she likes to drink her Bournvita. Lots and lots of it in a large blue plastic bowl, a souvenir from somebody’s wedding. So-and-so weds so-and-so courtesy so-and-so’s family. I am surprised at the Bournvita because this is the first time I have seen Mama drink it. Cocoa beverages weren’t her thing. My grandfather? Yes. Definitely. But not her.

My grandma, Mama Efon, is at the dining table with a bowl of Bournvita. She also has a big packet of cream crackers and she is eating the crackers with the Bournvita. There is a method to her eating. She takes a cracker, stabs the milky surface of the Bournvita with it about two or three times, swirls the beverage around with it till the cracker is soaked, and then she takes it out and eats it.

I am watching her intently. She doesn’t know but I am. There is such a beautiful domestic simplicity to what she is doing. She is eating her little meal quietly, but with fierceness. Cracker in hand, stabbing, stabbing, swirling, swirling, and the Bournvita-drenched cracker is devoured.

I am surprised. I have never seen her eat this sort of thing before. Bournvita and cream crackers? My grandma? No. Mama that doesn’t even eat rice, I’m thinking. She thinks rice is bird-food. Mama is a cold eba with hot okro woman. She’s an iyan with efo elegusi and eran igbe woman. She’s an amala with ewedu and goat-meat woman. Or at the very least an ewa woman. Spicy ewa-riro with boiled corn in it. Sweet and crunchy. Heavy food. Hard-working food. Not rice. Not biscuits and tea. No. Not Mama Efon.

I am delighted by the novelty of my grandmother consuming crackers and Bournvita. I am delighted because I just ate jollof rice and dodo and two very large pieces of chicken and my tummy is tight and taut like the surface of a drum. I am delighted because my mother and her sisters and my cousins are all around, walking about, running around, talking, laughing and noisily being a family. I am delighted.

And all the while Mama Efon is dying. All the while her lungs are filling up with mucus and her blood pressure is shooting up and I am so blissfully unaware. No idea.

Mama Efon. My mother’s mother. Growing up in the 90s, Christmases were always Efon. For me and all the cousins on my mother’s side, Christmas was always in Efon-Alaaye, Ekiti State, at the home of our maternal grandparents. Every December, we were there. Foregone conclusion.

It is a pristine place. Efon-Alaaye, small picturesque town, surrounded by beautiful, rolling green hills. One vegetation-covered hill runs after another all over Efon. Because of these hills and the trees all over them, the town seems to be constantly cloaked in light white mist. The effect is especially pronounced in the mornings. To see Efon on a cold morning, to breathe the clean, clean air and look down at all the old houses from the top of a hill is to be very close to heaven.

This is where we spent our Christmases.

However, if Efon provided the serene physical body for our Christmas holidays, Mama Efon, our grandmother provided its joyful soul. It was her cooking that characterized Christmas. Christmas was all about Mama.

She was an early riser. When we were younger, she’d wake us up every morning, at about 7am. In the dreadfully cold harmattan, she would line us up, naked, in the backyard. She would bathe each person, very thoroughly, not minding your conspicuous shivering. When she was done bathing you, she would take your toothbrush, grip your head with the force of a clamp and scrub your teeth with superhuman vigour. After a Mama Efon bath, your skin was clean but raw, and your teeth were gleaming but aching. And during the day, all the meals were spectacular. Mama could go to the market five times a day, just to make sure the food came out right.

But Mama Efon of that 2005 Christmas was a tired old grandma. We had all grown up and a lot was happening. There were many issues. Mama’s worry piled up. She was only 72, but her body could not take the pressure. She began to get sick.

Death was there, that 2005 Christmas Day, as I watched her eat the crackers and Bournvita. It was there, waiting for 2006.

On March 22, 2006, during the census, my grandma died. She’d had a stroke a few weeks before and she was getting better, but she died. I saw her body in the mortuary in Efon a few days after and I couldn’t, didn’t, refused to believe that it was her. She had always been timeless in my mind. Unkillable. Unable to die.

My mother had not shed a tear when she was given the news. And as she told family, friends, acquaintances, she’d been quite composed. But at the mortuary that day, her tears were copious, and her wailing was loud and desperate. I had never seen my mother cry like that.

I looked at Mama Efon’s body and it felt wrong, to see her, naked on a slab. I remembered all the baths, all the teeth brushings, all the hugs and compliments and ‘o kare omo mi’s, all the meals she’d cooked. I remembered the crackers and Bournvita, how pleasantly surprised I’d been to watch her eat ‘bird-food’.

This is the image I held on to. I never looked at the body again. Not even at the lying-in-state. No.

I remember Mama at the dining table, devouring cream crackers and Bournvita, on Christmas Day 2005.

 


28 thoughts on “Mama Efon’s Last One.” by Gboyega Otolorin (@guywriterer)

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    Seun-Odukoya (@Seun-Odukoya): Head Wordsmith - 104528 pts

    Whoa!!!!

    This most definitely gets my vote.

    Well done, Gbenga. May she rest in peace…

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      Gboyega Otolorin (@guywriterer): Head Wordsmith - 50997 pts

      Amen oh. Thanks man.

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    Ife Watson (@petunia007): Scribe - 15616 pts

    A lovely story! Truly reminiscent of family time spent together. Although, if it were fiction, I would have loved the perfect twist of Mama dying on Xmas. (Oops! I’m sorry, did I just say that! Just my creative mind talking o. God forbid that death visits on merry days)

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    ablyguy (@francis): Senior Scribe - 21840 pts

    Splendid tale, strong vivid memory of your grandma. As things would have it my grandma has suddenly taken to Milo. I wonder what it signifies. My vote is on this one.

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    henry c.onyema (@ezeakwukwo): Head Wordsmith - 56386 pts

    a very homely story of family ties. Reminds me of my granny who died in september 2011. You are a good writer, bro.

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    tosyn (@tosinosha): Scribe - 13040 pts

    Man, I’m growing goose pimples o. This one definitely oozes class. You painted a vivid picture. Nice one here.

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    Dowell Oba (@dowell): Scribe - 10467 pts

    Amazingly awesome! Hmm! Whoa! Reading your story has indeed motivated me and made me happy to be in naijastories. For real, right now I’m here to stay, ’cause I’ve found perfection. You try sha… wella!

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    sambright (@sambrightomo): Head Wordsmith - 98899 pts

    Plenty of una sabi this thing well-well!@ Otolorin u be one of dem.chai see story,wey get substance.Kù isé ó.

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    Scopeman (@scopeman60): Head Wordsmith - 51856 pts

    You are a brilliant writer, check the preceeding comments for confirmation, if you need to. There are however unvoiced concerns about how well you stuck to the theme of the contest…I’ll let that slide.

    Good luck.

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    midas (@midas): Writer - 8267 pts

    Nostalgia extraordinaire! The Efon hills and vegetation, Mama’s fond memories, the serenity of the hillside, the stabbing-swirling and devouring feeding motion unleashed in brilliant description. I love it. You created an effect at the end of some paragraphs like a jerky stop and it was good for a while but then after a while, it became redundant. My thoughts…but then, what do I know?
    Truly nostalgic one. Should have my vote

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    Sueddie Agema (@sueddie): Head Wordsmith - 49018 pts

    @scopeman60: yes, you did it again…showing me something I might not have noticed :)
    Sha, @guywriterer …nice piece…I almost feel as if the memories are mine. I was touched by the whole piece.
    My body is singing me a song I know I would soon dance too in a complete shut down to follow dreams. I know this would accompany me tonight
    Here’s praying that better tales line our ways and lives all the way and more. Well done friend.

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    weirdpile (@weirdpile): Scribe - 11626 pts

    God bless her soul

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    osakwe (@osakwe): Scribe - 10233 pts

    I remember those cold harmattan mornings in the village when we were bathed outside. it was certainly more interesting than the bath tub baths back home after xmas. thumbs up. I love this

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    Lawal Opeyemi Isaac (@easylife2): Scribe - 11369 pts

    This is definitely how to write a good story. No more, no less.I see that all the tutelage has been brought to bear.

    Well done!!!

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    Akalugwu Chinyere (@gooseberry): Scribe - 13534 pts

    This feels very original. I like the yoruba flavour you added to it. Now, choosing 3 stories is a lil difficult for me. You write well.

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    Raymond (@raymond): Head Wordsmith - 48507 pts

    Wow, wow, wow, wow…and WHOA! for good measure.
    Guy, U write beautifully. Period. This was serene, almost transcendental. I could see the hills U described. Picturesque.
    Voting!

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    aghoghosam (@aghoghosam): Writer - 7895 pts

    Your writing makes your experience very easy to believe ,simple and clear. All the best at the polls dawg. :)

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    kaycee (@kaycee): Head Wordsmith - 150974 pts

    Everyone seems to love their grandmas except me. Mine is a scary looking pain in the ass.

    You are a sure contender, man. This is really beautiful.

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    Gboyega Otolorin (@guywriterer): Head Wordsmith - 50997 pts

    Hey everyone, thank you TOO TOO MUCH for all your great comments here. I OVER OVER Appreciate you ppl. Been trying to access NS on my phone all week but no show, that’s why I haven’t commented here since. But thanks you guys. I am really deeply touched that so many people like the story. It came from a very personal place. Thanks THanKs THANKS!!!

    And if you voted for me in the poll….in fact, your blessing is too plenty!!

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    Whiz Da Poet (@whizpoet): Senior Scribe - 26886 pts

    Quite original, strong imagery. what else do I say, they’ve said it all.Thumbs up!

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      Gboyega Otolorin (@guywriterer): Head Wordsmith - 50997 pts

      Thanks a lot Mr @whizpoet!

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    Afronuts (@Afronuts): Head Wordsmith - 65559 pts

    Beautiful! Your start and finish leaves a residue of the story in the reader’s mind. I like the way your tenses are short. And each one heralding fresh information. Well done!

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      Gboyega Otolorin (@guywriterer): Head Wordsmith - 50997 pts

      @Afronuts, you’re too gbasky jare… thanks for reading and commenting. I love this ur avatar pic oh! Nice one..really nutty :D!

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    Da Writing Engineer (@banky): Wordsmith - 33222 pts

    This story reminds me of my late grandma too: cracker biscuits soaked in a cup (not bowl)! Without doubt, the imagery is brilliant and the storytelling is fluid. I am not surprised this made the last five.This is good.

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      Gboyega Otolorin (@guywriterer): Head Wordsmith - 50997 pts

      Thank you, Engineer @banky, happy that it reminded you of something. Thanks for reading.

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    jonnysnow (@jonnysnow): Junior Writer - 2725 pts

    I like. So different and reflective.

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    chemokopi (@chemokopi): Head Wordsmith - 282894 pts

    Brilliant writing here. Really really enjoyed this.

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      Gboyega Otolorin (@guywriterer): Head Wordsmith - 50997 pts

      Thanks Oga Okopi!!!

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