The way my mother-in-law greets me like I'm a stranger every time

I don tell my husband, Umar, say e get something about our people wey dey funny. My mother-in-law, Maimuna, she come my house every Saturday morning. She knock, I open door, she look at me like she never see me before.

She go say, 'Ah, Amina, you dey house? I tink say you go market.' I say, 'Mama, I dey house, I dey cook.' She go nod, walk inside, and start touching everything. She open my pot, smell my stew, shake her head small. She go say, 'You put too much salt.' I no put salt at all that day.

Last week she come, I just stand at the door and watch her. She touch my wrapper, she touch my hair, she ask me if I dey sleep well. I say yes. She say, 'Your face dey swell.' I say, 'Mama, na pregnancy.' She look at my stomach like she just notice am. She say, 'Ah, you don tell everybody?' I say, 'Mama, na your son pikin.' She just walk away. Ah, these our mothers.