The fuel situation in Lagos means i have had to "ration" my journeys. Aside from the fact that all my crying and emotional rollercoaster of the past few days had taken their toll and manifested in a very weird cold/body ache thing, i just wasnt up to socializing at all this weekend. I had made plans with my new friend/fellow blogger - Daddy's Girl to see a bollywood flick at Silverbird on Sunday and since the Arsenal/Man U game was on that day as well, the plan was for my brother to hangout at Cubes with some guys while we got our movie on.
At about 1.30pm, my brother and I went to see my parents and let them know we were off. My mom looked at us and said "You guys look nice oh. Are you guys on your way to see Aunty V already?"
"Ehn?" - this was me complete with a look of confusion on my face.
My mom called out to my dad. When he came, she said "Didnt you tell these kids that that they are going to see Aunty V today?
My dad said "No. I thought you said you would tell them"
To which my mom replied "Ah. I thought we agreed that you would tell them"
Once that laughable attempt to place blame on each other was out of the way, both parents turned to us and smiled. My mom said "Oh. Did you people have plans? Sorry oh. Aunty V came from the village earlier in the week and she is staying with Uncle J (her son). She called us to say she wanted to see you guys today. Sorry oh."
At this point, i had started with the whole "but we have plans; we cant make it; cant we go next weekend?";....on and on i went. My brother was beginning to breathe funny, a sign that he was getting quite pissed.
My dad stepped in and said "maybe you wont have to go. Call your uncle to explain the situation to him. He will understand"
I picked up my phone ready to twist my words around to ensure we got out of this situation. My uncle picked up the phone and before i said a word he went "Uzi dear. I am almost at your house to get you guys. I hope you are ready because i am very hungry and my mom has cooked so much food for you".
Of course i said okay and hung up. So there we were on our way to a forced afternoon of "fun".
We got to his place and even though we were both fuming, we had to smile and pretend that we were absolutely thrilled to be there. At about 4pm, we mentioned that we were ready to go home. We figured we could at least be at home watching the game in peace. Nope. My uncle insisted that we stay in his house and watch the game. So ended up being there till 8pm.
We are still not talking to our parents.........