5 Things only those born with a wooden spoon understand

Things only those born with a wooden spoon understand – In today’s world where riches happen to be the quickest way to gain respect and enjoy life to the fullest, it is no surprise that if given the chance, everyone would rather they were born with a silver spoon. But life being the biitch she has aways been, happens to have this criteria we still don’t know about, she uses to distribute her “silver spoon” to a select few,while the rest, share what’s left of the proverbial “wooden spoon”.

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And there are certain things, those,whose family, at a point, every wielded a “wooden spoon” can identify with: things like

1.. YOU LEARN TO RESPECT HOUSEHOLD ITEMS!

I, ksslib, happen to be the first child my parents brought into this world, but it’s really painful, having been denied the earned right to bask in the euphoria of being the eldest child in the family, no thanks to my brothers(mostly pre civil war furniture and utensils) littered all over the house that, my parents, especially mother, annoyingly holds dear to heart. I remember how if in a fit of anger, I mistakenly kicked the rusted blue cupboard, she would be quick to remind me of why I shouldn’t be rude to my elder brother, who happens to be 23yrs my senior. How i would look at it with scorn “So at this age, you still dey ur papa house”? “You no dey marry”?

We had this black pot, whose back, we didn’t bother washing again, after constant fire wood usage made it pretty clear that, some scars are just meant to be. And as if to wave off any misconceptions, the “stone-age” aroma the pot always made a conscuious effort to fill every food cooked in it with, didnt need remind me of who, once again, was the boss….the message was pretty clear… Or Is it the “ancient of days” vintage cushion that would not hesitate to pierce ya with it’s wooden lethal teeth, strategically hidden where one is supposed to sit? Reminding you that, a small boy like you is only allowed to sit on an elder with one nyash, the other, suspended in mid-air as a sign of respect. Age, they say, is just a number, but certainly not between I and my Bro’s.