Kunle was still active in dreamland until his mother’s right hand tapped his left arm while he laid on his starfish style.
“Oh no! Not again!” Kunle yawned and stretched his thirteen-year old flesh.
“Wake up Kunle,” his mother’s masculine voice mixed with her thick Yoruba accent echoed “it’s five thirty and you should be in school by six fifty.”
“Mummy,” he hesitated and continued “I’m not sure I can go to school today.”
“Oh my God!" She carried Kunle on her laps and looked deeply in his eyes. “Why?” "Timi and Monica have been gossiping me since the beginning of the term,” he said with his fatigued and teary eyes “I can’t take it anymore.”
“Gossips are like ants” she caressed his head “the moment you spot one, there are already many anthills around but don’t look for them because if you do, you’ll find them and they in turn would bite you and cause you pain, and pain would cause you to lose focus.”
 “So what should I do mummy?” he said with inquisition. 
“Ignore them and keep moving.” She replied.
 “Really?” he sighed. 
"Yes.” She smiled.
 “What if the ants chase me and try to rub their formicine in my face? “Kunle said with a worried face.
“Kill them. “she said with a blank face.
“Kill them?” Kunle echoed.
“Yes, “she wriggled “ but be discreet because most ants are harmless.” 
“Wow! “ Kunle smiled “you’re the best mummy in the world.” 
“You’re the best son on earth ,” she kissed his oily forehead “so now come out of your pyjamas and prepare for school.” 
“Sure thing mummy!” he said.
(Culled from 7 Flash by S. A. David)