Conversations with my Nigerian aunty’s 

Yesterday, I was going over some of the conversations/encounters I had had with many aunty’s and thought I’d share a few. Now, when I say aunty, I’m not necessarily referring to a blood relative. In the Nigerian and many other African, Caribbean and Asian cultures, you do not call someone who is older than (like 8+ years) you by their name so, we have many aunty’s!



Setting– Nigerian party in a banqueting hall. Loud afrobeats playing, dance floor full of young (some old) people showcasing the latest moves. 

Aunty: Kemi!

Me: Hello Aunty 

Aunty: Ahn, Kemi I’m worried about you. I thought we would be having naming ceremony by now. Ahn, what are you waiting for? I’m really worried. 

Me: we’re waiting on God and having a good time in the process. 

Aunty: Good time, What good time? Please o, hurry 

Me: Aunty, we can’t rush God’s work

Aunty: Is everything ok?

Me: Yeah, why wouldn’t it be

Starting to walk away 

Aunty: please o, this time next year, I want to be carrying my grandchild 

Me: Amen

Laughs and walks away

This particular person went from being the “worried” aunty to the “worried” grandmother who wanted to hold her grandchild? 😀 I know her intentions were not bad. 



Setting– Tesco supermarket, can’t remember which aisle 

I spot an aunty and wonder whether it’s too late to turn my shopping trolley around and quickly move to another aisle. I look at my trolley, I look at the aunty then back to my trolley. I conclude its too late, she’s one of those aunty’s that has probably already seen me and is waiting for me to try and walk away without saying hello so she can tell me off in front of everyone and then report me to my mum. Nope, not going through that, let me just say hello and get it over with. I know some of you reading this can identify with what I’ve said 😀

I slowly push my trolley in her direction, still secretly hoping she somehow leaves the aisle. 

Me: Hello aunty

Aunty: ooo Kemi, how are you my dear?

She definitely saw me

Me: I’m good thank you. How are you?

Aunty: We thank God. How’s mummy, I was suppose to call her last week

Me: She’s fine 

Aunty: Any children yet?

Me: Not yet, very soon 

Aunty looks at my stomach 

Aunty: You young people, always wanting to have fun. What fun are you having without the children?

Me: We’re waiting for God’s time

Aunty: Ahn, you better hurry up

She obviously didn’t hear me say we were waiting on God…

Aunty: So you are doing house shopping abi?

Me: yep

Aunty: Well done. Anyway, say hello mummy and let her know I’m going to phone her. 

Me: Ok, bye 

Why don’t you just call her instead of sending me to tell her that? She has no intention of calling! 




Setting- Church, New Years Eve service 

Aunty: Hello Kemi

Me: Oh! Hello aunty, wow, it’s been a while 

Aunty: I know, how’s your son?

Me: Son? I don’t have a son. 

Aunty: Yes, I was told you had a baby this year- or was it a girl?

Me: Umm, no, not me. No children yet. 

Aunty: Yes, I’m sure it was you

I think I’d know if I had a baby! 

Me: No, definitely not me

Aunty: Oh, maybe it was your sister?

Me: No, not my sister 

Aunty: Oh, ok then. So how are you and when are we coming to eat rice?

Me: You can come and eat rice at anytime aunty. I know that she’s referring to a naming ceremony but I’ll just play dumb!

Aunty laughs

Aunty: Yes, we need to come and eat rice and celebrate with you.  

Me: Soon, by the grace of God 

Aunty: How’s your mum?

Me: She’s good, she’ll be here tonight. 

Aunty: Ok, when she gets here, let me know. 

Me: Ok. 

Knowing full well I have no intention of coming back to tell her.

2 thoughts on “Conversations with my Nigerian aunty’s 

  1. So true!! Culture eh? they will always ask about something – when are you getting married~? where is your child? when is baby no.2 coming? has your children GCSE result come out? what about A-Levels??

    God give us wisdom to answer all these aunties in a respectful manner! x

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