Mothers!!!!!!!!!!!!

So it is a Monday today, I know, that’s kinda like my thing, stating the obvious. Anywho it is said that Mondays are supposed to be blue, gloomy, never ending days, with the sole purpose of making the working class population miserable. But today unlike other days I was happy to make my way through the hustle and bustle of Monday traffic, to work.

You see on Saturday afternoon I decided to leave King Williams Town and go to an undisclosed hideout, for no reason besides the fact that I just I could. So I happened to forget my cell phone charger. Now I don’t have an IPhone or Blackberry, cell phones which have life spans equivalent to those of cats. So I hadn’t even passed Peddie when my screen went blank, died. This is Saturday night. So as the story goes my phone was off the whole of Sunday, no unwanted interruptions, no involuntary reflexes of checking up on my FB “buddies”, no nothing, just me and my hideout.

So its Monday morning, feeling fresh, light, happy, and about to leave my hideout and head towards King Williams Town to go resume my weekly duties. So imagine my surprise and complete mood change when my whole family, extended included, call me as far away as Limpopo to ask about my whereabouts. Why my phone was off, why I am not at work, where have I been the whole day, who am I with and all those questions police officers ask people who have skipped their bail applications and or the country…

Turns out my dear sweet mother had called the whole Sihlwayi clan and some, drove to my work place, camped outside the gates for  SIXTY WHOLE MINUTES waiting for me to reveal myself from my undisclosed location. Now shame please I understand she was worried, I accept, she couldn’t get a hold of me for the whole day, yesterday. I understand really I do, but does she have to treat me like some sort of fugitive? Does she have to give the people I work with, my colleagues, the impression that I’m some drug crazed teenager who has the occasional tendency of disappearing nge weekends? I stay three hours away from home, I am 25 years old, surely I can afford to switch off my cell phone for a day. Cant I?

If you know me, then you will know that my mother, Nancy, is my queen. She is my Universe, she is my god. But I think this was abit over board. I mean this is the very same person who insists on me buying my own winter clothes, paying for my own petrol, groceries, maintenance of what was once her car, own cell phone, bed, TV, basically finding my own two feet in the world of independent working folk. But I still can not switch off my phone for one day? Double Standards? I think so.

Oh ya Im not being marked on this I don’t have to have a good intro and conclusion, I can stop now. It’s for MY blog and I can do whatever I want…That was me venting…but to the 3 people who follow or read this blog, was I unreasonable? When will folks just let go, COMPLETELY? Not this luke warm you-are-old-OH-OOPS-no-you-not business. Its con-freakin-using.