Stony
New Lister
I was born an old man, some people used to say. Well, I cannot blame them for their honest opinion. But the thing is, I was partly brought up by my grandmother, and that made me develop far beyond my chronological age. I was overly observant as a kid. That means I often saw more than I was supposed to. Many of the things I noticed as a kid would only make in my adulthood. I will give you an example. I had noticed, on several occasions, that the old man’s eyes would open wider and the voice change pitch every time my young aunt, who was an exact replica of the mother of the homestead, came visiting. I found it curious but I had to wait for several decades to get an understanding.
The revelation came after we had been together with Mama Boi for quite some time, and her geography had of course taken a beating from the elements and time itself. Not that the two had spared me either, but the impact was more visible on Mama Boi. It is at this time that her much younger sister, who I had last seen in her early teens, came visiting. The whole thing took me by surprise. The scrawny teenager I once knew had blossomed to become an exact replica of mama Boi a decade earlier. Seeing her strutting around brought back a flood to long-buried memories. Just to clear things, I was not looking at her the way most on you perverts would love to hear. No. I was brought up in a community with norms and rules. And besides, me and Mama Boi have come from far.
The thing is, the whole set-up was confusing my mind. It was as if I was living in two different eras concurrently. If she walked into the sitting room suddenly, it would take my brain a few seconds to convince me that I’m not living ten years ago and that what I’m looking at is not Mama Boi. It did not help that she would be donning clothing inherited from Mama Boi. Now, that’s a lot of work from an aging brain. Meaning I would always be high on adrenaline with eyes opened wider than normal and a voice somewhat shifted to a higher tone. I hope Boi was not noticing these things.
The revelation came after we had been together with Mama Boi for quite some time, and her geography had of course taken a beating from the elements and time itself. Not that the two had spared me either, but the impact was more visible on Mama Boi. It is at this time that her much younger sister, who I had last seen in her early teens, came visiting. The whole thing took me by surprise. The scrawny teenager I once knew had blossomed to become an exact replica of mama Boi a decade earlier. Seeing her strutting around brought back a flood to long-buried memories. Just to clear things, I was not looking at her the way most on you perverts would love to hear. No. I was brought up in a community with norms and rules. And besides, me and Mama Boi have come from far.
The thing is, the whole set-up was confusing my mind. It was as if I was living in two different eras concurrently. If she walked into the sitting room suddenly, it would take my brain a few seconds to convince me that I’m not living ten years ago and that what I’m looking at is not Mama Boi. It did not help that she would be donning clothing inherited from Mama Boi. Now, that’s a lot of work from an aging brain. Meaning I would always be high on adrenaline with eyes opened wider than normal and a voice somewhat shifted to a higher tone. I hope Boi was not noticing these things.
