LAST WEEKEND I went to a party with a good friend of mine who warned me that nuff young people would be there. Now I am not saying I am old.
However, I consider myself to be mature, but when I land in the party all my eyes could see were nuff young ppl that look like dem ID card ain’t had on nuh picture. How on earth dem get out de house, dem ain’t got chores, homework?
As a youngster I used to have to beg to go out, furthermore I had to inform my mother two weeks in advance of the event because it took 7-14 business days to process my temporary leave papers.
I remember when school fairs were the thing and I put in my request to go to one before hand. All I had to do was make sure my room was clean and do my homework. I was so excited, I had the perfect outfit; up to this point mum always picked out my outfits so I was even more excited that she allowed me to choose this one.
All of my friends were going, we talked about the things we would buy, clothes we would wear, all the things that were important to nine-year-olds at that time.
Finally now the day was here, I woke up early, mussy bout6:00 a.m. Cause you know you can’t sleep when yuh anticipating something. I spent the morning playing with my dogs and creating the world’s best mud pies until my mother called me in to do my hair. Look, I can’t remember what the hairstyle was but I remember it being sweet. When she was done she asked, “you clean your room?” I said yes and ran inside, threw all de clothes in the wardrobe, pelt the shoes under the bed and pass my hands over the bed sheet.
Tears start knocking
That should do it! I get ready now and my mother shout and tell me my friends outside, I gone to the window, “I’m coming!”, turned and asked my mother for money only to hear “You ain’t going anywhere, I told you to clean your room.”
How de hell she know? She just gave me the look, and de tears start knocking. “Tell them have fun and go back, take off your clothes and clean that room properly.” If you doubt me, ask me! And if yuh know my mother, ask she! Man look, I cry till I was dehydrated.
That punishment taught me a great lesson and reconfirmed that my mother got superpowers.
I am Toni-Ann “Acka” Johnson. Love, peace and Mazola Corn Oil.
Toni-Ann Johnson is an actress versed in the area of comedy. Email: toniann.johnson@gmail.com