I decided I was going to wear Ankara for the day. Then I noticed my hubby also brought out his native buba and sokoto (trousers) so I changed the children’s clothes too. I had made some native wears for them for the trip. I brought out yellow dry lace blouse with yellow and grey patterned Ankara shorts for Nimmy and Pemmy. Nimmy has a slim waist so her pair of Ankara shorts was too loose. She wore her yellow dry lace blouse over a pair of jeans.
Okay, it was expected. The white folks were staring at us in the train since we looked so African with our attire. Hope they liked what they saw?
Yesterday, I already made plans to have breakfast this morning with other mums who had their kids at the center and I looked forward to it.
Wendy’s mum came into the therapy room to call me. I tried to get my hubby to babysit Pemmy but he asked that I take her with me. I strapped her to her stroller and left.
As we all moved to the bus stop; eight women and two children, I looked around to see the women that I knew. I knew Wendy’s mum and Nayo very well from the last time we came to Budapest.
One of the white women walked up to me and touched my Ankara dress. She kept telling me how pretty it was. Then she saw Pemmy’s outfit and she told her how pretty it was too. We all boarded the bus to the last stop where some women left for another place.
Six women and a toddler crossed the road and walked into a plaza opposite the train station. I let the other women lead the way as that was my first time hanging out with them. They walked into a coffee shop. We all ordered cappuccino with cinnamon and sugar; nice drink.
It tasted really nice but I guess the guy selling the coffee put only one cube of sugar into my cappuccino. I asked for two more cubes. Actually the Hungarian sugar is half the size of a Nigerian cube of sugar.
Let me talk a little about the women I had breakfast with. Most of them live in England but different nationals: a Nigerian, a British, a Polish, a Spaniard, an Egyptian. These women are all amazons in their right. They are mums with special needs kids. All of them have kids that are over twenty years of age. They told me about their early years with their kids; the pain, the stress, the determination to ensure their kids lived normal lives. The quest to find a cure and thereby trying every type of therapy even though most of them were not very effective. Some spoke about the strain it had on their personal lives and finances. In all as the years went by, they realized that the heavens did not fall. Their kids got better and and their (as mothers) lives went on. One thing I took away from our breakfast meeting was the fact that the heavens won’t fall because I have a special needs child. Therefore, I was not going to put my life on hold; I would go ahead to fulfil the dreams I had in my life before my lovely daughter came along and one day I would look back and say, yeah! I went through this but hey! It didn’t kill me…. loving my life!
After breakfast, I was reluctant to go back to the school so I went out with three of the women to book a restaurant for dinner for the women and their kids. It was like one big family. Unfortunately, my family already had other plans for the night so we couldn’t join them. Notwithstanding, I had fun hanging at with the lovely women.
Later at night we bought tickets for the city tour: Hop on and Hop off bus. We decided to start with the night tour, 9pm. We were able to get spaces at the top of the bus; My hubby carried Nimmy while I kept Pemmy by my side. Pemmy was so naughty that I asked her dad to take her and pass Nimmy over to me. Nimmy was quiet for a short while before she started feeling uneasy. Meanwhile, Pemmy had slept off in her dad’s arms. Now I wished I was a little patient with Pemmy.
Well, I kept Nimmy occupied with the nursery rhythms on my phone. I kept repeating a visual nursery rthyme; twinkle twinkle little stars and my baby slept off. Patience is a virtue Buky! But really why do kids make a lot of trouble just before they sleep? Can’t they just close their eyes and sleep? Like, close their eyes and sleep!
Now I could watch the night view of Budapest in peace; a very lovely sight. It looked very ancient but beautiful. Ancient buildings, churches, castles, old and modern bridges.
As we got down from the tour bus at Szent Istvan, the bus we were supposed to board home was just leaving. I tried waiving the bus to stop, like I was in Lagos but it didn’t. I didn’t expect it to anyway. Well, we stayed at the bus-stop for almost 40 minutes before we got a bus home. When we got back home and checked the map we realized we could have boarded other buses that would have passed our route. Well, next time.
30 days in Hungary Day 8- (21.07.17) Friday I decided I was going to wear Ankara for the day. Then I noticed my hubby also brought out his native buba and sokoto (trousers) so I changed the children’s clothes too. I had made some native wears for them for the trip. I brought out yellow dry lace blouse with yellow and grey patterned Ankara shorts for Nimmy and Pemmy. Nimmy has a slim waist so her pair of Ankara shorts was too loose. She wore her yellow dry lace blouse over a pair of jeans.Okay, it was expected. The white folks were staring at us in the train since we looked so African with our attire. Hope they liked what they saw?Yesterday, I already made plans to have breakfast this morning with other mums who had their kids at the center and I looked forward to it.Wendy’s mum came into the therapy room to call me. I tried to get my hubby to babysit Pemmy but he asked that I take her with me. I strapped her to her stroller and left.As we all moved to the bus stop; eight women and two children, I looked around to see the women that I knew. I knew Wendy’s mum and Nayo very well from the last time we came to Budapest.One of the white women walked up to me and touched my Ankara dress. She kept telling me how pretty it was. Then she saw Pemmy’s outfit and she told her how pretty it was too. We all boarded the bus to the last stop where some women left for another place.Six women and a toddler crossed the road and walked into a plaza opposite the train station. I let the other women lead the way as that was my first time hanging out with them. They walked into a coffee shop. We all ordered cappuccino with cinnamon and sugar; nice drink.It tasted really nice but I guess the guy selling the coffee put only one cube of sugar into my cappuccino. I asked for two more cubes. Actually the Hungarian sugar is half the size of a Nigerian cube of sugar.Let me talk a little about the women I had breakfast with. Most of them live in England but different nationals: a Nigerian, a British, a Polish, a Spaniard, an Egyptian. These women are all amazons in their right. They are mums with special needs kids. All of them have kids that are over twenty years of age. They told me about their early years with their kids; the pain, the stress, the determination to ensure their kids lived normal lives. The quest to find a cure and thereby trying every type of therapy even though most of them were not very effective. Some spoke about the strain it had on their personal lives and finances. In all as the years went by, they realized that the heavens did not fall. Their kids got better and and their (as mothers) lives went on. One thing I took away from our breakfast meeting was the fact that the heavens won’t fall because I have a special needs child. Therefore, I was not going to put my life on hold; I would go ahead to fulfil the dreams I had in my life before my lovely daughter came along and one day I would look back and say, yeah! I went through this but hey! It didn’t kill me…. loving my life!After breakfast, I was reluctant to go back to the school so I went out with three of the women to book a restaurant for dinner for the women and their kids. It was like one big family. Unfortunately, my family already had other plans for the night so we couldn’t join them. Notwithstanding, I had fun hanging at with the lovely women.Later at night we bought tickets for the city tour: Hop on and Hop off bus. We decided to start with the night tour, 9pm. We were able to get spaces at the top of the bus; My hubby carried Nimmy while I kept Pemmy by my side. Pemmy was so naughty that I asked her dad to take her and pass Nimmy over to me. Nimmy was quiet for a short while before she started feeling uneasy. Meanwhile, Pemmy had slept off in her dad’s arms. Now I wished I was a little patient with Pemmy.Well, I kept Nimmy occupied with the nursery rhythms on my phone. I kept repeating a visual nursery rthyme; twinkle twinkle little stars and my baby slept off. Patience is a virtue Buky! But really why do kids make a lot of trouble just before they sleep? Can’t they just close their eyes and sleep? Like, close their eyes and sleep!Now I could watch the night view of Budapest in peace; a very lovely sight. It looked very ancient but beautiful. Ancient buildings, churches, castles, old and modern bridges.As we got down from the tour bus at Szent Istvan, the bus we were supposed to board home was just leaving. I tried waiving the bus to stop, like I was in Lagos but it didn’t. I didn’t expect it to anyway. Well, we stayed at the bus-stop for almost 40 minutes before we got a bus home. When we got back home and checked the map we realized we could have boarded other buses that would have passed our route. Well, next time.
Gepostet von Diary of a Special Needs Mum Initiative am Mittwoch, 26. Juli 2017
