BABY SHOWER, BABY SNATCHING AND THE BABY GIRLS FOR LIFE. 

For more than four weeks I’ve been planning a baby shower for someone I’ve not even met before. Pardon my manners, I wasn’t planning, I was only indirectly or passively planning. It was my wife who was doing the planning. My involvement was through the fact that the baby shower comes up in our conversation often and I was dragged into joining for shopping on a few occasions. So I was part of it. 

I remembered asking my wife what baby showers are about. Her answer sounded like a shower is like a get-together with a sprinkle of baby vocabularies or register. Finally she said they are celebrating the mother and having a pre-naming ceremony. My final opinion is that the event is just an excuse to mingle and perhaps it’s good for those that are single. 

Child care is big around here, it is a legitimate excuse to skip work and a fast way to have a police case. While we were preparing for this event, kids who out of curiosity wanted to explore the environment opened the front door. Another neighbor saw them and called the police. The case title will sound like child wandering and the offense will sound like ‘child neglect’. This is the same neighborhood where the baby shower was meant to hold and the parent were also meant to be at the event. 

It’s a different stroke for different folks. Back in Africa, boys brag about their childhood by saying “they are not omo get inside”. Aside from this, the weather is calm and every kid wants to play outside. While playing outside they meet others doing the same. Communal life exists in a way that other adults indirectly take responsibility for kids they see around. Till now my boy still disturbs the home because he’s unable to play outside. I’m very sure he will grab any opportunity to do so. Long story short, police grabbed the kids.  It was a lot of drama but the parents got their kids back. 

The dust of the grabbing settled and so the  shower began as I was told. Friends travelled down from different parts of England to catch fresh air in Dartford. It was more of a breaking free adventure for everyone, away from hustling life around here. Rice and stew was plenty and also with the special effect of gizdodo from my wife. She has a secret recipe. Largely a girl outing, the event was filled with tales of loan repayment, extra working hours in order to keep up and indulge themselves a little and child minding among other things. 

What’s a girls outing without shopping? My wife came back with a new shoe. Do they sell shoes at baby showers? Let the rest of my comment on that stay inside me. 

Live now that you can.