Annoying and frustrating Christmas guests!

Hello my dears... How y'all doing. Christmas is still very much in the air. Yesterday was a very stressful day for me and I didn't enjoy my the Christmas celebration as I had planned. Guests continued to arrive at our home to see my dad and I had to be on standby to serve them. My father had lived in that street for a long time, so he was well known to all.

Some of the guests were very choosy. They would decline a particular meal that i served to them, so I would be instructed by dad to go back to the kitchen and start preparing the preferred meal of the said guest. There was this guest that refused to take any drink amongst all the drinks we had. He complained that they all had high sugar content. So, dad gave me some money to go get the specific drink he considered good for his system. I had to walk through three streets before I could find the brand of drink that the guest wanted. By this time, i was alredy tired and my feet were dusty,so I had to board a bike for my return journey.

When I had served this guest his drink. He yelled at me that the drink was so cold, and he was not supposed to take such cold drinks at his age and in such a weather. He asked me to get him water instead. My dad apologized to him and also scolded me. Dad said I should have asked him initially wether he wanted a cold drink or a drink at room temperature. The Two men immediately ignored me and continued to discuss in our local dialect as I stormed into the to get the glass of water, with a frown on my face.

I was so busy in the kitchen preparing various meals since all the meals we had prepared a day before Christmas was almost finished. My duty also included shuttling between the kitchen and sitting room, laying the meals down for the guests and also returning to take the used dishes back to the kitchen every ten minutes. I soon considered this to-and- fro movement as a Christmas day exercise for me specially created for me.

Every now and then, when another guest arrives, dad would yell from the sitting room: "Bilkisu, bring more meat." "Bilkisu, bring more drinks", bilkisu bring water for washing hand ". I would immediately leave whatever it is I was were doing in the kitchen and ran out to attend to them.

One guest asked me to go out and get him toothpick which he would use to pick his teeth after he finished with the chicken. Another guest who just finished a meal of egusi soup asked me to bring my powder for him which he would apply over his hands so that they wouldn't smell. I was so furious I felt like giving each a smack on them ugly faces, but dad ordered me to go get what they needed without delay.

By 2pm, two of my friends arrived at my house. They couldn't come in as the whole sitting room were already filled with my father's guest who were eating, drinking and arguing about politics. I had to quickly go out to meet them. I presented some meat,drinks and snacks to them as I apologized for the inconveniences. They reminded me of the Christmas party we planned to attend. But I told them I couldn't go, I was unfortunately tied down to my father's guests. I was very sad about this but there was nothing I could do about it. I took my phone and called some other friends that might be expecting me and I canceled all my appointments for the day.

Different guests with bigger problems continued to arrive at our abode. Whenever a particular set of guests had depart, dad would asked me to clean their dining area while waiting for the arrival of more guests. No need to mention that some of the guests ate recklessly and I found it disgusting clearing the area.

One of the women who came to pay homage to my dad dumped her kid on me as soon as she had arrived. She claimed that she had received a distress call and that her attention was urgently needed. Dad again told me told me to take proper care of the kid in his mother's absence. But as soon as his mom left, the little boy began to wail. I found it difficult trying to console him as I was already busy with the meals and the guest. The child continued to wail frantically, I was so frustrated and exasperated that I scream at him. I threatened him that if he doesn't stop crying at this moment, I would break his head with the ladle in my hand!

My scream interrupted the discussions of the men in the sitting room. My father asked me what was the problem and I told him that the boy wouldn't stop crying. He ordered me to sing for him and I angrily replied that I won't, as I had alot works in my hands already. " I can't kill myself because we had guests", I screamed within me. My dad thought for a moment and then told me to hand over the child to him. As soon as the child was in my father's arms, he miraculously stopped crying . The other guests were amazed by this and they started clapping and hailing my dad. One of the guests mentioned to the others that my dad had always known how to handle women and children . I took a brief glance at dad and I saw that he was grinning from ear to ear. He was actually feeling like "Alexander the great, Conqueror of the World" as his guests continue to praise him, referring to him as a "man of the people". I silently hissed at all of them before returning to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

Later in the evening, when most of our guests had left and dad was sure that no one else would be coming. I hurriedly dressed up so I could go out and see wether I would still be able to catch some fun. That was the time dad decided to go out on a visit too, but he quickly realised that his Christmas wear waswnt ironed. So I had to spend another twenty minutes pressing his big agbada.(a traditional attire for men in my country). After I finished, he put it on and left the house. I couldn't go out again because I was so angry and tired. I went to bed early instead.

I n conclusion, I planned to enjoy and have a memorable Christmas celebration. Unfortunately, I was turned into an errand girl, a waiter, a baby-sitter and a drycleaner on Christmas!

This morning, Dad told me we would be expecting more guests, so I had to go to the market again to buy more yams, meat and drinks.

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