Friday, March 28, 2008

ओबोबो गेट्स अ न्यू सिस्टर

A Childhood Remembered.

We were in primary two. I had just moved from a normal primary school to Corona school (at that time, Corona was good o!). I didn't know any one and I didn't know how to fit into this new school with its very different culture. I stayed on my own finding refuge in the safety of my books - a very normal world for me. As lunch came, I stayed behind, very scared to go out and mix with these kids who seemed so strange but so stylish. Mrs. Agoro, my class teacher, had taken an instant liking to me because I was one of her fastest readers. She came into class one day and there I was hiding in the back of the class room scared to hang out with my class mates who were in the play ground. Mrs. Agoro, took me by my hand and walked me downstairs and introduced me to this loud, obnoxious girl. She, then told that girl that her responsibility was to keep an eye on me and to make sure that I came down and mixed with the other kids during playtime. A sisterhood was formed. That girl was Obobo.

Obobo took her responsibilities as an official older sister very seriously and through out my primary school she could be counted on to be there. We took our common entrance exams and Obobo had to go to a different school than I. I cried. I knew that I was going to miss my friend and I wondered if our sisterhood will pass the test of time. As luck will have it (I believe it was the machinations of Obobo), her family ended up moving into my neighbourhood, we started attending the same church during her school breaks.

Classic Example Of Obobo Taking Her Responsibilities TOO Seriously
One day, a boy who should have known better made the mistake of calling me some name during youth service because I carried my Mills and Boons to church. You should have seen Obobo's face.

The next thing I heard was,
"Look at this boy o. Oya, my full Nigerian name, hold this earrings and this bible"
Me, like mumu, took the bible and earrings and held it wondering what the big hupaloo was.

Next thing, I hear from Obobo,"Oya, the guy's name, repeat what you said again let me hear it"

The yeye boy, probably deceived by my friend's height and feeling like he was protected since we were inside the church building decided to form

HE REPEATS IT.

Next thing.....THOWAI (Major slap - how she got there to slap him, I do not know).

My mouth was just opened.
"Repeat those words again, Repeat it - let me teach you the lesson that your mother didn't teach you" Obobo shouted.

This is taking place during church service O!Praise and Worship to be exact.

The guy's eyes started turning red - you could see that he had plans to murder someone. You didn't have to be Sherlock Holmes to figure out who those somebodies were. Fortunately, the youth pastor came in. We kokoma used style to escape from the church but the look the boy was giving us and the signs showed that if he ever caught us - we were goners. It was over. We were dead meat!


Obobo had this personality in which you had two options: love her or hate her. You could never sit on the fence around her. Many hated her because they felt that she was proud. Others hated the fact that she had a sharp mouth and called it as she saw it. But, I loved her like my sister because she definitely took her older sister duties VERY seriously, beyond that, she was a very independent soul which was very admirable.

I know this is so random, but often times, my mind wonders to my childhood friends. I wonder where they are? What they are doing? If they acheived their goals? I am sure we all do. Do you have any such stories to tell? Did you have a childhood friend that was more like a family member than a friend.

For those that are interested: the interview is tentatively slated for next week.. :-). Hopefully, it goes as planned o!

Have a great weekend guys and think of the good times,



Much Love,
Pammy

25 comments:

guerreiranigeriana said...

lmao...what a friend!!!!!...alot of people have been blogging about their childhood, me included...oh..to be twelve again!!...or even 9, because at twelve i wanted so badly to be a teenager!!...i'm coming with my story...let me go and think...

guerreiranigeriana said...

what nonsense?!...how could you have posted this on friday when it is thursday, in los angeles?...thoroughly confused...*scratches head*...

guerreiranigeriana said...

see the date and time of my comments sef...hmmmmmnnnnnnn...very confused...i don't like this...

pamela said...

lol...this girl - it is the magic of technology......

:D

pamela said...

I update the night before on Thursday for Friday posts because I generally do not know how my Friday will run.

Jinta said...

the obobo's are always good friends to have.

pamela said...

Don't we all.....

:-)

Afrobabe said...

If u notice...most of my posts are about my childhood...it was a period I tried to run from but now wish I could run back to...

pamela said...

I noticed afrobabe...:-)

That was definitely the time when life was so much simpler. Friends were Friends just because....

Everything was so much better....

lol!! Maybe,I am running away from getting older who knows?? :-(

I have googled her (obobo) and I can't seem to find any info on her beyond what I know -is she still alive I don't know... :-(

But, I am glad that she passed through my life and made her mark there...

Afrobabe said...

awww,I am sure she is fine with a battalion of kids, some where wondering where u are...

pamela said...

hmmmmmm...

:-(

Jaybabe said...

Will be right back..

Uzezi said...

i love obobo. lmao.
have a lovely week girl.

pamela said...

Jay:see you soon oh!!


uzezi: ehn..lol!! Obobo was crazy and fun.

:-)

For the love of me said...

You brought back some nice memories. I hope you get to hear or run into her someday.
Cheers.

Naapali said...

Can we think of childhood friends without being weighed down by an indistinct sadness? A sadness born out of seeing life is something that happens in spite of our best laid plans, a sadness that our certainties of joy and hope are replaced by resignation and a concomitant refusal to resign.

I shed a tear for all my childhood friends!

Jaybabe said...

Hey babes, i was here yesterday, but cudnt comment, i donnowhat was wrong with the net. Anyway, thats some so much love shown to you by Obobo. I dont have any childhood memories i can think of right now.

Yeah she's somewhere thinkin about how you doing too.

And i hope you doing fine sef?

aworan said...

"Next thing.....THOWAI (Major slap - how she got there to slap him, I do not know)." LMAO..you got me with the giggles at work, now.. :-)

OluwaDee said...

Lol! your friend is some girl.
Am sure she thinks bout u sometimes.

Lolu Kush (Afronuts) said...

childhood is so full of fun and urs is no exception..

boy i wish i had a big brod watching my back too...unfortunately i was bullied all the way

30+ said...

Eh ya, so you have lost touch with her shey?

Which interview is that?

How are you, hope you are fine?

Lol - tew many ?s I know, been a while I wuz here

princesa said...

LMAO!
No messing with Obobo at all!

Me i used to be the Obobpo for my friends even my brothers when we were kids.

Princesa voltron to the rescue,lol!

How have you been girl?

pamela said...

for the love of me: I doubt it...My family moved out of that neighbourhood when I moved to the states. :-(


naapali: I shed a tear or two for you too... :-(



Jaybabe: I am doing fine. Just a little tired. Still adjusting to change you know how it is??

pamela said...

Aworan: Obobo did not play o!!!! :D

Olu: I hope so... :-(

lolu: sorry. I feel your pain ... :-(

pamela said...

30+: ekene onu's - the author of the book, the mrs club.



princesca: lol!! Why am I not surprised ehn???


:-(

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