This Woman’s Heartwarming Childhood Story About Taking Your Time Is The Life Lesson We Need For 2018
As the year comes to the end, you’re probably reflecting on the things you’ve experienced and accomplished in 2017. It’s been a long year, that’s for sure. But if you’re worried because you didn’t feel like you did as much as other did this year, have no fear — as this Twitter user pointed out, that should be the least of your worries.
Are you one of those people who's looked back on 2017 and convinced yourself that you haven't achieved anything? Worried about catching up with your mates who seem to have done much better?
Let me tell you a story about #time.
A thread 👇
— E K E T I (@eketiette) December 26, 2017
To illustrate her point, Eketi Edima Ette told a touching story from her childhood that, while seemingly random, became completely relatable.
A long #time ago, back when I was about twelve or thirteen years old, my parents travelled to Uyo.
Before leaving, my mother asked me to prepare Edikang ikong soup so she and my father would eat when they returned.
— E K E T I (@eketiette) December 26, 2017
When I was finished with the soup, it was supposed to look something like this:
*photo credit: waiter foodies. pic.twitter.com/M8VNpREXiE
— E K E T I (@eketiette) December 26, 2017
As soon as they were out the door, I commandeered my siblings to prepare all the soup ingredients, cover them up and leave them on the kitchen table. #Time
— E K E T I (@eketiette) December 26, 2017
You see, Eketi knew she had a lot to do, but she became sidetracked in her quest to have fun.
In those days, my nickname was Ekpe Mbre. Literal translation – Lioness of Play. If playing was an Olympics sport, I would've won gold for Nigeria, back to back.
Anyway with no adult supervision, my siblings and I did the only wise thing to do.#Time
— E K E T I (@eketiette) December 26, 2017
We played our hearts out!
Climbed trees. Hunted grasshoppers. Played football. Watched TV. Scattered the house.
— E K E T I (@eketiette) December 26, 2017
Now, there was a certain knowing we possessed. Without seeing it, somehow, we were always able to tell when my father's car was coming down the street. #Time
— E K E T I (@eketiette) December 26, 2017
The only problem is, the siblings ran out of time.
And it came to pass, that the hour of parental return drew nigh and we were still at play and the soup was yet uncooked.
Then my sister, I think, ran into the room while I was lying in front of the mirror….#Time
— E K E T I (@eketiette) December 26, 2017
….in the middle of giving birth to my fake baby, the result of my fake and unusually gigantic bedsheet pregnancy.
"Daddy and Mummy are coming!" she screamed.#Time
— E K E T I (@eketiette) December 26, 2017
See enh, magic wands have got nothing on a bunch of Nigerian children with soon-to-be-home Nigerian parents, who have scattered the house and are putting it back in order.
The house was set straight in seconds. Nanoseconds even.#Time
— E K E T I (@eketiette) December 26, 2017
So the siblings scrambled around in an attempt to make the soup before their parents returned.
The soup!
My eyes widened in horror as I remembered the single most important thing I'd been asked to do.
At the thought of what my mother would do when she walked in and there was no soup, I felt a little pee leak in my panties.#Time
— E K E T I (@eketiette) December 26, 2017
I dashed into the kitchen, yelling for my brother. He ran in, quick as lightening and like headless chickens, we gathered the ingredients, put water for garri on one cooker burner and the soup pot on the other. #Time
— E K E T I (@eketiette) December 26, 2017
By now, I could hear the car engine idling outside in the parking slot.
We always go to the door to welcome my parents when they get home, to this day. Anyone absent from the welcome committee, often gets a query.#Time
— E K E T I (@eketiette) December 26, 2017
I sent my siblings to go welcome my parents, and inform them that I couldn't come to the door because I was cooking.
From the kitchen, I heard my mother's loud voice. It was liberally #Time
— E K E T I (@eketiette) December 26, 2017
Let’s just say that her parents weren’t pleased.
"Ideghe afere anke bogo anye abok tungho isua, k'enye atutungho idagha m?
Literal translation: "Is that the soup I asked her to cook since, that she's cooking now?"
Life translation: "I'm going to kill her."#Time pic.twitter.com/5BouVEmg1V
— E K E T I (@eketiette) December 26, 2017
My brothers and sisters, there are special demons that wait around for when a soul is desperate.
One of such demons was on its way to Balogun market, when it heard my mother screaming.#Time— E K E T I (@eketiette) December 26, 2017
It sensed that someone may be in trouble. So it made a detour and landed on my left shoulder.
"Is it not just soup?" it said, stroking my head with its scrawny talons.#Time
— E K E T I (@eketiette) December 26, 2017
So in her desperate attempt to finish the meal, she threw everything in the pot at once.
"It doesn't matter what time the ingredients go in. Just pour everything inside the pot at once, turn it and voilà!"
As my mother's voice and footsteps neared the kitchen, I was beyond desperate.#Time pic.twitter.com/X1QFOnEGV7
— E K E T I (@eketiette) December 26, 2017
I could actually see the hooded figure of Death, standing near the fridge, giggling.
I took the demon's advice. Quick as a flash, I poured everything – pumpkin leaves, crayfish, fish, meat, waterleaves, periwinkles etc in the pot and stirred.#Time pic.twitter.com/AaBVpW6PiL
— E K E T I (@eketiette) December 26, 2017
My mum stepped into the kitchen a second later.
"Ah, Mummy welcome o," I said, adding salt and pepper to the mixture.
"Sorry about the food. I was actually timing your arrival, so the soup will still be hot when you return.#Time
— E K E T I (@eketiette) December 26, 2017
Don't worry. By the time you finish undressing, the food will be ready."
All these I said without pausing for a breath, in that fast, glib manner of lying children who have suckled the devil's left breast.#Time
— E K E T I (@eketiette) December 26, 2017
And, unsurprisingly, the food was pretty terrible.
She gave me a long, suspicious look and walked out of the kitchen.
Fifteen minutes later, food was ready and served.That soup tasted like exactly what it was: an abomination!
I'm sure the spirits of my great-grandmothers groaned in their tombs.#Time
— E K E T I (@eketiette) December 26, 2017
All the ingredients stood on their own, all separated by rivulets of water and oil.
What my mother did to me that day, is the stuff of legend and a story for another day.
My point is…. #Time
— E K E T I (@eketiette) December 26, 2017
So why was Eketi telling us this story? Because just like the soup, our accomplishments take time.
Every good cook knows that each ingredient has a different cooking time. Thus, they shouldn't be added to the pot all at once.
If that is done, it'll ruin the taste of the food.#Time
— E K E T I (@eketiette) December 26, 2017
So it is with life.
Our individual success stories are made up of different ingredients based on nature and nurture, time, hard work, talents, God's intervention etc.#Time
— E K E T I (@eketiette) December 26, 2017
If you're in a hurry to achieve something because your contemporaries have, you may find yourself using the same ingredients, but failing to achieve anything good, because you wanted to have it all at once.#Time
— E K E T I (@eketiette) December 26, 2017
You can’t rush life — things will happen when they happen, and you can’t force them.
Give time, time.
It is good to read autobiographies of successful people and long to be like them.
But take your eyes away from the success for a moment and look at the time and effort it took them to arrive where they are.#Time— E K E T I (@eketiette) December 26, 2017
Don't be like Eketi. 😂
Allow life and time cook you at your own pace, adding maturity, wisdom, self-control, discipline and success at the right moments.
Trust me, at the end, you'll come out delicious.#Time
— E K E T I (@eketiette) December 26, 2017
So there you have it. Life is like a good soup, and if you take the time you need to make it, you’ll be happy with the product. Otherwise, you’ll probably end up with an abomination instead.