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On getting to her apartment, I helped myself to some delectable edibles, which deliciousness yet testified of my mum's superb culinary art.
Unbeknownst to me, Mum wasn't to stay out for a long time. So she came and caught me in the act of devouring chunks of beef.
Please ignore the way I made it sound, it was no crime. Mum knows that a single male child can't come to her mother's place without eating. Infact anytime she learns that I'm coming, she always have some food ready for me. She wouldn't mind if I do stop by everyday to eat at her place. She has severally asked me to be doing that. If I refuse to eat at her place, which I seldomly do, she'll get curious and heap on me a truck load of questions, of which I might not have answers to.
On her arrival, we started chit-chating. You should know mum and son talk, sometimes nothing substantive is being discussed, just some bibble-babble.
While babbling, I had forgotten what took me to mum's place in the first place, I left without carrying the money and the paper which contained the account details.
I totally forgot, not until I got to a distance of no return. Like a cool evening breeze, the memory gently danced into my cerebrum.
"Gosh! I didn't go with the money and the account details, I'm sure that I'm remembering this because mum just saw the paper that she scribbled that account details on." I thought to myself.
I had barely concluded my thought, when my phone beeped, unsurprisingly, it was mum.
"Did you get the money and the account details?"
She asked, despite knowing fully well that I didn't. If you have an African mum, you'll relate to this.
I didn't have time for her dramas, accusations and nagging instructions that wouldn't help the situation we were in, at that very moment.
I quickly improvised a solution.
I asked het to text the account details to my phone, that I was going to transfer the exact amount of money from my own bank account into the account.
I told her that I will get the money from her when next I visit.
I'm racing down there as I conclude this post. I only hope that I wouldn't be greeted with her pranks.
As a salary earner, this is is not the best of times to take out a considerable amount of money from your account.
Well she'll give me, when she observes that I'm deadly serious. I just pray that I'm able to put up a serious look while I'm there.
Did you observe that mum called as soon as I remembered?
what do make out of that?
Well I'm far from being superstitious, so if this only happened once, or if it is my exclusive experience, I would quickly dismiss it as a mere coincidence.
But I have had those talk-of-the devil-moments far too many times to just dismiss it as another invalid matter.
I have had people talking about this severally.
An irreligious friend of mine once confessed to have been called by an uncle she hasn't seen for years, just the very morning she thought of calling him. She almost freaked out.
People have built a body of knowledge around it. They say it's a science that can be mastered or tapped into, for ultimate benefit.
Others call it a gift.
They call it synchronicity; that is being in sync with the universe.
Well I'm not having any of it. I have my own explanation.
I just brought this here, so that we can have a conversation.
Have you experienced that kind of moment before?
Did it happened once or or you've had it severally?
What do you think of it?
Let's talk.