DIARY OF A HOUSE-HUSBAND: A 17-MONTH OLD BLEW MY WORLD

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acking Tishe Recently at home

I have always believed that chasing after gadgets is a losing battle. No sooner had you acquired the latest in town than they were rolling out the next. Long ago, I let the children do the gadget hunting. They are aware that I would not finance the waste, but children know they can always count on a mother’s love to meet their little indulgences.

So, when my wife bought me the first MacBook Pro, she knew I would be stuck with it for as long as it met basic computing needs and nothing more. It took all the heckling and persuasion to get me to change my Nokia phone. Our new home had a functional desktop for those moments when you needed a bigger screen, except that my son always clogged it with viruses from the games he downloaded and played.

By the way, I still don’t know the usefulness of computer games and have managed to resist the lure – hopefully forever!

We all have our laptops but I was not shocked when Bola added the first iPad. The nature of her work meant that she needed to be online 24/7 and that phones would not always do the trick. When she tried to coax me into taking an iPad too, I flatly turned down the offer. One more gadget means fewer hours with the printed word or with nature and I love my romance with both.

Saturdays are like family days and we took turns hanging around each other’s houses in this country where the weather has turned everyone into a recluse of sorts. Between my cousin, Pius Adesanmi and us, it was something that broke the environmental drudgery. When he walked into the house with his then 17-month old baby, Tishe one Saturday morning, the house was electrified. The rapport between father and daughter attracts as much comments as his many political satires. If there is an intelligent part to being precocious, Tishe epitomizes that. She is a bundle and a handful when she wants to be and she has a mind of her own, has always had.

I have seen kids play with gadgets, but I didn’t think they were that intelligent with those things. Tishe grabbed Bola’s iPad and before you could say jack, she was all over it while I troubled myself that she might slam the gadget on the floor and break it.

First, she flipped through the iPad and through to one of her favourite – (yes, favourite) YouTube channels sending the background music wafting through the air like the sweet scent of perfume. This she combined while multi-tasking with other toys in a bid to convince the six adults who considered ourselves her minders that she could take care of herself. While I was pondering the drama, she grabbed the gadget again, changed the channel; increased or decreased the volume to suit her mood. My jaw dropped – she was only 17 months old!

Although we adults were wrapped in our conversation, I could not take my eyes off this little angel handling a gadget that I would’ve had problem opening. It was a shock to me and when I expressed the shock, her father was laughing at my ignorance. I couldn’t understand how a 17-month old girl could come into my world and overtake me – just like that. It changed my perspective about things and laid the first foundation for the many headaches and heartaches that college life would unleash on me for daring to return to college after completing two post-graduate degrees.

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