My mother my enemy

My mother my enemy

A year after my wedding I gave birth to my son, I begged my mum who was against me marrying Tobi because he's Yoruba to come for omugwo as a newly married couple we  had no idea on how to handle a new born baby, Tobi's mother is late and his sisters are far from us.

My mother reluctantly came and we were happy ashe did, my husband isn't rich we just managed to stock our house and fix things to make mama comfortable.

The day mama arrived she started shouting from the gate, I hope you people are not staying in one room? It was so embarrassing and my husband smiled and said mama it's a bedroom flat, she screamed again I hope I'm not going to squeeze myself into a barbing saloon chair to sleepooo tell me let me go back if my daughter likes she follow me or stay there and love a poor man.

I was angry but my husband eyed me not to say anything to avoid mama taking it as an insult.

She walked into the house and moved into the kitchen, opened the pot and saw white rice there was a small pepper soup I made with ice fish, mama screamed again, first child that you are supposed to be enjoying chioma you are managing fish? Baby ice fishooooo chioma even when I had you as my 4th child I did not eat fish what I'm I saying sef, chioma I did not eat baby ice fish that has no taste, bia Tobi go and buy one full goat  and put in this freezer, hahaha is that freezer? Is it even working? If it's working out it there let me use it to make pepper soup for my daughter.

I stood there looking at my husband and how humiliated he felt, I held his hands and said mama, I don't like goat meat anymore since I got pregnant I throw up every time I perceive or eat it, she looked at me and said where's the child?

In the room mama, she walked towards the room as I followed her, ahhhh chioma you didn't feed well when you were pregnant,look at this child, look he's not big nawaoooo this suffering is too muchoooo, I pretended to smile but uncontrollable tears dropped, I took my ba