My Not So Sweet Sixteen

So with my Birthday fast approaching I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about how I’ve celebrated it the past 25 years, and the one that stood out was my sweet 16 (although the happenings leading to it, weren’t so sweet). Now everybody knows that my Birthday, the 13th of September, is my favorite day of the year. I have a slight (others might say huge) obsession with it & I make sure it’s a special day. Now I’ve been doing this for as long as I remember. So when August 2007 arrived, the natural order of life is to start planning for my annual Birthday celebration, a party was inevitable. I mention to my mother that this year the party will be on the 16th of September as that will fall on a Saturday so I am giving her a heads up so that she doesn’t make other plans. I then proceeded to make invitations (with the help of my friend Sandra) which by the way were fabulous, they had a beautiful picture of me because I meant business. I was going all out. I handed them out at school the next day to the chosen ones, I was a bit (I’m being modest) on the popular side and I was known for my parties so a hype was created and my friends were excited. I rushed back home bursting with joy and ready to plan the details. I told my mom that invites were out and I was excited because it was going to be great, she stopped me right in my tracks and said there wasn’t going to be a party this year because she didn’t have money.

You know in the movies when they find out something and the rest of the world seems to stop because they are in shock? That was me. After what seemed like forever I gathered myself and remembered who I was, and that there was no way whatsoever that this party was not going to happen. I had to activate plan b (that I never even knew I had). There was sulking, moaning, complaining, crying, being grumpy, the works. I immediately stopped talking to my mom, gave her the worst silent treatment. (I realize I am a terrible daughter and do not wish the same fate upon myself when I have kids). I only spoke when I was spoken to.

Next day I woke up and went to school, told everybody the party is on and it’s going down, while also stocking up at the tuck shop and making sure that I eat enough to still be full when I got home. I get home and start sulking, say I’m not hungry when mom dishes up and stay in my room eating Foxi’s & chelsea buns until bedtime. Had to even sacrifice watching Generations 😭 I wish I had twitter back then to make my exile a little more interesting, but at least there was mxit so I survived. This was my routine for the rest of the week. Wake up, go to school, act normal, hype up the party, come back home, sulk sulk sulk, go to bed. Until one sweet sweet day (as expected) there was a knock on my door. I knew it. I immediately smiled but I had to keep my cover and say ‘Ngena’ (come in) in my sad, miserable, squeaky voice. Mom came in and handed me her phone, dad wanted to speak to me (this is where I mention that dad worked far from home so didn’t stay with us back then). In my mind I was saying YES, FINALLY! My suffering is about to end. I was going to speak to someone who is on my side.

“Hello Bubu”
“Yes Daddy” (in my sweetest voice & puppy eyes to match)
“Your mom told me *insert long speech* You can have your party BUT you are only allowed 50 guests”
“Thank you daddy. Thank you so much. I love you. Bye”

I remember that phone call like it was yesterday! I hung up and gave my mom a big hug, she wasn’t very impressed but she eventually gave in & hugged me back.

It’s the day of the party now and I woke up happy after managing to hustle my own outfit because mom wasn’t having any more of my requests, but I was surprised to see the level of ‘busyness’ that was going on. The 50 chairs that mom hired had arrived. 50 on the dot πŸ˜‚ She also hired a decor, catering and video guy. Now I was shook because I didn’t expect it to be this fancy, especially after she had said she doesn’t have money. I was just grateful that the party was on and didn’t want to make any more demands. My street cred at school was intact. My two older sisters who came to help out said they wonder how my 21st is going to be if my sweet 16 is so extravagant. Mom really showed up for me and did the most that day, I was a very happy 16 year old.

My ’50’ friends came through and we had a good time. Now my parties always have two sessions so I also couldn’t wait for the after party and that’s where EVERYBODY comes. The formal one was mostly for my close friends to give me nice presents and a front for them to get permission from their parents to come 😁

At the end of it all my mom had her speech and she told everyone that I was a handful of a daughter because I always get what I want. She literally explained how she had originally said no to the party and how I bullied them into it πŸ˜‚πŸ’” I was so embarrassed!! She also said that’s how I am and they all know that about me and still love me all the same.

When I had to cut the cake, my friends sang hip hip hooray but exchanged ‘hooray’ for my ex boyfriends name which rhymed with it (he was my high school sweetheart). This was all caught on camera so I had to keep my cool and keep smiling while giving my friends the how dare you look. We laughed about it at school the following week πŸ˜‚

The party was fun, the food was amazing, my guests were happy and so was I. Party ended and the friends that were gonna sleep over helped clean up. We then headed over to the after party that my mom knew nothing about (had to come up with another trick to leave, my older cousins helped me with that). That one also ended in a very awkward way that got me in sooooooo much trouble πŸ™†πŸΎ Maybe I’ll share that story in next years rendition of Birthday memories!!

Until then, 34 days left until my big day. I cannot wait 😁

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2 Comments Add yours

  1. UpC says:

    πŸ˜‚ what a story!! So you’re telling me all this drama you were born with? Oh Bu, you are one of a kind πŸ‘ŒπŸΎ

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    1. FemiBu says:

      Hahaha it appears so πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

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