On Saturday it was my mom’s 30th birthday. As the title says, my mom is OLD! If she was a dog she’d be 133! However, when I’m 4 and one quarter years old, it will be like I’m 30 in human years so you might say that my mom is still young. I think she’d prefer to think of herself as 4.25 rather than 133! (FYI, I got these stats from http://www.onlineconversion.com/dogyears.htm).
Mom went out on the eve of her birthday to enjoy her last hours in her 20’s and when she got home she was disabled. For Real! She couldn’t walk and I didn’t know what to do. Here’s what her ankle looked like:
My poor mom just had to keep her foot on a pillow all day on her actual birthday with a package of ice on it. I didn’t particularly mind this arrangement since the ice bag tasted like food from the freezer so I sat and licked the bag while mom iced her foot. I like to think that my healing energy was being passed from me to her while I licked that ice bag.
I’m very protective of my mom so after she was done icing, I guarded her injury the best way I know how: by laying on it!
You might wonder how my mom managed to hurt herself so badly. Well, the way she tells it she was out with my crush, Miss Megan, Miss Miranda, and Jordan. They were leaving Miss Megan’s house and getting into a taxi to go to a place called Tilapia. Now, for all you folks who’ve never been to East Africa, I must describe the road situation for you to understand what happened next. Most roads in Mwanza have giant ditches on either side for when the heavy rains come. These ditches are really deep and obviously quite dangerous. A lot of times there will be a small plank so you can cross and if you miss the plank, you fall into the ditch. Here’s a photo of what the roads and ditches look like:
Anyway, I’m sure you can guess what happened to my mom. It was pitch dark out (once again an African phenomenon) and mom may have had a couple of Konyagi‘s when she went to get into the taxi she simply stepped off the road (accidentally of course) and toppled straight into the ditch. In swahili we say, Pole Mama!
So next time you see my mom wish her a belated Happy Birthday (or Hongera wa Kuzaliwa) and ask her how her ankle is doing.