*Snapping Fingers* Welcome to the Diary of A Mad Guest Blogger. This is a segment where we feature the blogger that got thangs to say. Please give up for Mamachel.
The other day I watched a father tow his daughter on his bicycle to school and it brought back memories. As far back as I can remember I have always been taken care of by men. Pause! Before you run with that, It’s not what you think. I’m talking about fond memories of being the only girl with ten male cousins and having one of my uncles waking me up in the morning to get ready for school, ironing my uniform and making me tea. Wait let me explain, I grew up with my grandmother, grandfather, and two uncles, never mind that all my male cousins lived in my district or that my next door neighbour’s grandson adopted me as his sister.
I literally grew up surrounded by men and inevitably I grew up a tomboy. Let’s not get it twisted my grandmother was VERY involved in my life and was an old school Church of God Christian who had me in church EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.OF.THE.WEEK. She would twist my hair and make me wear pink dresses and pink stockings (torture for a tomboy).
And If you grew up with your granny you KNOW that survival depends on how well you do what she says. Despite her efforts, after church upon reaching home, I would tear off my pink frills, put on my shorts and run over to the football field to be with the boys.
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