Before jumping into today's post, I wanted to say thank you to everyone who has been reading, commenting, following me on
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And now for today's special: Fried rice and Fried Fish. What? You're watching your waist line? Okay then. More food for me then. *grinning* Why do you still have your mouth open? You want me to add Dodo to it. You have to close your mouth first. There you go! LOL! Alright, I will behave myself and get right to it.
Growing up in Lagos, I noticed that friends, classmates, etc seemed to have one relative or the other living with them. By relatives, I mean one or more members of their extended family (father's younger brother/sister, father's cousin, mother's sister, etc. You get the picture). When the relative was not wearing the "informal househelp" (should I have said "domestic help") cap, he/she was busy carrying in-house gist back to the main family in the village. These are stereotypes, of course, and like I say every now and then (not on this blog sha), there are two sides to every story.
What I have discovered, is that where a married couple, for example, have extended family members in the home, it tends to put unnecessary pressure/stress on the marriage. But maybe it is better to take a step back and see the background to this situation. As usual, I will use a scenario to help you understand what I am driving at.
*dramatic music playing and then someone announces*
Behold the Scenario!
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