Let’s stop pretending — this mummy-and-daughter twinning trend? It’s not for play. It’s mummy’s comeback tour. She wants to be seen again. Because society already cancelled her the moment she pushed out baby number two. Y’all have no idea — mothers sacrifice everything until there’s nothing left. Life becomes husband this, children that. Even when we cry to God, men especially won’t even allow our problems to be personal. Like my pastor was preaching on Mother’s Day : “Mothers, bring your problems to God — your stubborn child, your sick child, your drug-addicted child, your cheating and abusive husband, your empty pocket…” I just sat there like omo, I weak. On Mother’s Day for fuck’s sake! So mummy can’t even have her own personal problem on her own day, like “God, I want to buy that N2m wig to pepper my haters” or “Lord, my body is tired — I need a spa day and a soft life”? Or even “Lord, let this yeye husband of mine make me cum for once in his entire life.”
No o. Her pain and problem must always be on behalf of someone else. And after popping out two or three kids, mummy becomes invisible. Her male age mates? They don’t see her again. Even husband wey dey house no dey look her twice. Thankfully, the young men between 18-30 still look at mummy and say “Damn, you’re sexy” — and let’s not lie, they are the best lovers. I’m even thankful for them because, abeg, without these young men, who will be holding mummy at night to scratch that itch she can’t confess to having, especially with husband that is no longer exciting and is too busy to do properly because he is occupied with side chicks? Society expects mummy to live like one sexless relic, a eunuch with no cravings, or Mother Theresa sentenced to eternal servitude to family. Lmao, miss me with that nonsense.
So when you see mummy slaying, dressing up like her daughter, taking selfies, getting attention — don’t vex. Don’t call it midlife crisis. She’s not doing too much. She’s fighting to exist again. To remind the world: I’m still here. I’m still fine. And I can still scatter body if I want to. And if it offends you, my dear, go and hug transformer
