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Raising kids is part joy and part guerrilla warfare – Ed Asner

Being a father has been a really great and rewarding experience for me, majestically so, if I may add. It’s been one of those experiences that I thought I’ll absolutely be prepared for, and I went into it believing I had it all covered.

To a certain extent, I did have it covered; I had a ton of experience going in.

I come from a family of five men, and from the first to the fourth, our age bracket is not really that far apart. Now, the fifth one, the adorable cute baby of the house, he is on a whole new age bracket – a difference of whopping seven years between he and his immediate older brother. He was lucky to have four elder brothers who were forced available to take care of him.

We, the elder brothers, were in a boarding secondary school when he was born, and during the holidays, when we got home, our mom immediately passed him on to us. We did everything. Bathed, clothed, changed diapers, prepared the baby formula and fed him, blaming the baby for our farts, blaming the baby for little things we spoilt in the house. We did it all till he came of age; there really was nothing more to learn about taking care of a baby.

Those all are still the same, hasn’t changed one bit. I’m not saying I shift blame to my son when his mother asks who farted, but I don’t tend to correct her when she assumes it’s our baby by checking his diapers for poop. I mean, that poop-checking act has her already assuming it’s him; why confuse her by saying I’m the culprit? This all made me never to doubt my paternal prowess; it really can’t be that hard. Babies are still babies; they’ll still be clueless, adorable, bumbling toddlers.

But babies have changed, I swear they have.

I don’t know if that’s even possible, but the way I’ve been fighting for possession of my gadgets with my son has been nothing short of Civil War 2 – The Parent/Child Apocalypse. It’s a war I’m afraid I’m losing. I didn’t even know there was a war to begin with, it just sort of happened.

His first shot was fired about two months ago. As usual, I got ready for work, did the necessary goodbyes and headed out. While working, I got a text message but when I opened my phone to read it, I absolutely had no idea where the text message went. I could see the notification but couldn’t find the message. Well, I was busy, so I laid the phone down, expecting to get back to it later. About an hour later, another text message came in and it was still the same thing. I couldn’t find it.

Then, I decided to place a call to a customer I had called the previous day; I opened my call log but could not find the number. That was strange; I’d just called the number barely twenty four hours ago.

AARRGH! I was already having a frustrating day. I didn’t need this. I opened my contact list, got the number and called. While driving though, I kept thinking back to the text messages. How could I not find them? One was a credit alert. Biko, how I won’t see my own credit alerts again was just somehow-somehow.

It wasn’t until I got home that I had time to look for the text messages and others that came in during the day. All of them were there alright, just way, way, way, way, way, way buried deep down. I somehow didn’t think much of this. I was too tired to, and as long as I’d read the messages, I was fine. This my clueless state went on for about four more days. I get a message, I keep scrolling till I find it, I read and drop the phone.

I was awakened from this clueless trance one day I returned from work and my son dashed for my phone. He always makes a fuss, and on days when I’m feeling stern, I leave him to throw his tantrum until he gets distracted by something else. That night, I obliged him. And oh, what I saw instantly made me realise I had a hacker for a son. His fingers went swoosh-swoosh over the screen, trying to unlock the pattern lock. When that failed, he brought the phone back to me and I unlocked it. Instantly, he grabbed it out my hands and kept swiping left-right-down. He knew the apps to go for; he knew which ones sang the music that made him laugh. He just knew everything, and that was scary. How could a kid that just crossed the one-year mark barely three months ago know how to navigate a complex android phone?

I was still watching him as he opened the ‘Date & Time’ section of the phone, and with a few swipes of his AK-47 fingers, we were in February 12, 2019.



That was why my messages were scrambled the last time. I collected the phone back from him, searched for those text messages and found out they were messages from the past. Apparently, my customers, friends, and the bank were either still stuck in 2010, August 24 2010 to be exact, or I was the one who had those text conversations in the year 2010.

I was narrating to my wife how tech-savvy her son had become, and she had a wide grin on her face as she handed her phone to me. She simply said I should go through it. Here are some of the things I found.

  • She must be practicing for the Obudu marathon because her Stop watch had been counting for over three hours.
  • She also had the exercise app moved from the obscure place she hid it, to front and centre on its own home screen.
  • She had sent over seven challenge requests to friends via the Words with Friends Scrabble app.
  • Her home screen was in shambles. It was really, really disorganised.
  • She didn’t have some of her apps anymore.
  • She kept sending random text messages containing the following words: djhgdlhdkll, pwiybwdkfsadhd, tuejsdnsaks, ayiwdslkjadhi, yhdk, and a host of others. People might think she was learning Cantonese.

After going through her phone maze, it was clear to us that we had to make sure our son does not lay his hands on our phones anymore. We might be more phone savvy, but our boy seemed like he came WiFi enabled, always on the buzz. Since he always unplugged our phones wherever we plugged it, we had no other choice but to start plugging them where his arms couldn’t reach. Places like these:anyi dd1

And this:anyi dd2

Till we find alternatives, this is the best we can do. Having to hide our phones and our laptops whenever he is on the prowl seeking for a gadget to rearrange has been tough, but we are getting used to it.

So, should you try calling my wife or buzzing her and she doesn’t get back to you immediately, know that she is charging her phone high up on the kitchen counter. Should you call me anytime from 7pm and my phone is switched off, it’s plugged high up on the bathroom water heater. Fear not, we shall get back to you; we’re still seeking new ways to win the war against a single one-year-and-five-months-old boy.

Written by Anyibaba

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Walt Shakes(@Walt_Shakes) is an award-winning Nigerian writer, poet and veteran blogger. He is a lover of the written word. the faint whiff of nature, the flashing vista of movies, the warmth of companionship and the happy sound of laughter.

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  1. iDied ????????????

  2. Hahahaha ak-47 fingers, walty is a sure witness to the crazy messages

    • shakespeareanwalter

      The first time I started getting them, aswear, I was alarmed. Thought you had started getting a touch of schizophrenia. These days, whenever I get text msgs or bbm pings from you that I can make no sense of, I’ll simply nod and say the boy’s name.

  3. I swear…these kids are on something.mine takes screen shots with my phone.guess what?I don’t even know to do that.

  4. Udegbunam Chukwudi

    ??? Kids of nowadays get sense pass us. Like some of my married friends do, just buy one cheap better chinko tablet for am and rest. Don’t know if he’s careful with the phones but my niece is sha.

    • If it’s a proper phone, he’ll be careful with it. My son has never thrown my phone on the floor. Like ever. But get him a toy phone, he will use it to mark time signature on the floor while singing along to one or three of Barney’s songs. These children ba? I can’t even begin to describe how my baby tech’ed up my phone screen, such that I can access my camera, data settings, torch and lots more while my screen is locked. The the screen changed once, and I just handed it to him to put back the home screen, and watched. Now, I know how to do it. Oh! He’s just two years old.

  5. Hehehehe…
    I would have suggested getting him his own gadget but kids of these days know the difference between the real and fake.

  6. They know the diff between chinco and original phones.he had a phone ?.achinco for that matter.but nooo,he wants the galaxy.my niece…oh my diva of a niece knows all.and she just clocked two.her father got her a Nokia phone,the torch one.hehehehehe.trust the diva,she heads to her mom’s iPad.only phones?you dare not take the remote control from them,you get two heads?

  7. ?????.. Get him a cheap android tablet.

  8. And I forgot… Just let me, or his daddy fart… If he hears the sound, before you can even talk, he’ll say “ha! Daaddyyy!! Poopoo poopoo!!” If he doesn’t hear the sound, but smells it, he will divide a very stern look between his daddy and I, And ask “who poopoo on the body?”??

  9. Pauline 'Lina' Ife

    Hahahaha! So you were ‘forced’ to take Care of your kid bro lols (eating out his food) and now you fart and poor Xavier is the suspect. Ok oo maybe that’s why he helps reorganise your phones lols. Kids of these days though…

  10. Jesu! Kids of these days are totally something else. Not only are they more tech-savvy than us, they seen to be smarter than us. Bikonu, remind me never to keep my phone around kids again.

  11. I don’t even know where to start from. I don laugh so tey my belle dey ache. Fear not this war will be won by you and your wife. Lol

  12. Seriously this kids are smart, i have a particular phone that i just leave with my daughter when we re together, infact when she sees the phone she just strech out her hand to collect it, i dont bother to stress my self over it at all..

  13. My own case was kind of hilarious. Apart from the phone and laptop wiz kid that my son is, he also knows how to make you search for your phone like a crazy person. One of those searches ended with me finding my phone in a 25ltr gallon of water. Just imagine me screaming in Chinese. Yeah that’s how I reacted. Since then, I got wiser.

  14. Alex you found yours In a galon, i found mine In the trash bag out side the compound, anything we are looking for be it remote batteries, power bank….

  15. Hahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahayayayayayayayahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!

    Sombori helep me laff o!

    I read this and laughed so hard that my Oga con check whether I dey OK!
    Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahaha ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

  16. Awesome kids…oh how I long for this times…

  17. great piece, cant stop laughing. My children have taught to keep things important to us. My son will ask “mummy why are you hiding your phone? bring it out. I want to snap.

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