Last Wednesday was my immediate brother’s birthday. It has become a culture tagging each other on social media especially on facebook on our birthdays.
I woke up that morning with a struggle, been battling with malaria symptoms and was just so weak to get off my bed. I muttered a happy birthday to the birthday boy who was already receiving birthday wishes phone calls.
I finally got out of bed, dressed up and headed for work. I knew like I knew my name that if I didn’t come up with a birthday post for the birthday boy, that was going to be the end. I had a lot on my mind that morning and bang I remembered a particular story my parents shared years ago.
I was barely 3 years when Emmanuel was born. Then one day I woke up to a new reality, I had a baby brother. I couldn’t understand what was going on. Who was my mother carrying and smiling tenderly at? Where did she pick him up from? Why was he so big? He probably couldn’t be what was inside mummy’s tummy.
Chi come and see your baby brother. I refused to get close to my mother even when she beckoned on me. I held tightly to my dad. The betrayal was too much.
Take him back. I had cried when the “intruder” came home with my proud parents.
He’s your baby brother. My father said tenderly signaling me to go touch him. I refused. No one told me that someone was going to share all the love and attention with me. Annoyingly, he was on my bed!
I had a resolve. I left my parents and quickly collected all my cutleries and toys. It was bad enough to share my parents with ‘him’. I wasn’t sharing my personal stuffs with him. I hoped he would disappear just the same way he appeared.
The story was hilarious the first time I heard it and still is. The ‘intruder’ stayed just like the ‘boss baby’. I learned to love and accept him and he has since been my buddy despite our differences and many fights while growing up.
I saw this part of me displayed by my second brother when our last brother was born. He was shocked, betrayed and refused to touch the baby. We even caught him several times pinch the baby- maybe he wondered if he was real or a toy, I can’t really tell. I had my own worries as well- I wished he were a baby girl instead. While my immediate younger brother was excited that he had a playmate and did I add that they looked so much alike?
Anyway, they are all grown men now, living their lives. And yeah siblings rock. I’m a proud queen surrounded by three strong kings. They’ve begged me to stop referring to them as soldiers. Lol
I know many people especially firstborns can relate? Please share your childhood escapades with us.