21/09/2025
Ah, school runs—the Olympic sport nobody gives mothers medals for. 😂
The day starts with a whistle in your head: “Get up, soldiers, we march at dawn!” You drag sleepy children out of bed, chase one with a toothbrush, and bribe another with biscuits just to wear socks. By the time you’re done shouting “we’re late!” ten times, you already need a nap.
Then comes the traffic war. Some mums are Formula 1 drivers on the road, while others (like me) are bargaining with Keke riders, “Oga abeg, hurry small, my child bell is about to ring.” When you finally reach the school gate, you act calm—smiling at other mums, pretending you didn’t just threaten to cancel Christmas if your child didn’t move faster.
And the funniest part? The teachers welcome your child sweetly with “Good morning!” while you stand there sweating, hair scattered, wondering if you brushed your own teeth. 😅
School runs drain your fuel, your money, and sometimes your dignity—but at the end of the day, it’s all love. Because no matter how stressful it is, mums will always show up for their kids… even if it means looking like a cartoon character at 7 a.m. 🤣