NOT ONLY A WOMANS AFFAIR Growing up as a child was one of my best experiences in my little journey of life so far.. The best things of Life was virtually served at my feet on a platter of gold.. I never knew no stress whatsoever! My laundry was neatly done and delivered by the laundryman, I had best of toys and Game consoles, I had the privilege of going to school with a school bus, a luxury only few nigerian children enjoy, infact life was a bed of roses for me! Mind You my parents are not rich but we are very comfortable. At age 18 I got admitted into college to study my dream course MEDICINE, the flashback of how I shouted for joy the day I got my admission letter is still very fresh in my memory (who says life is not good) but I never knew that was the beginning of my suffering for something I deliberately ignored and overlooked becaused I thought It was all a womans affair! COOKING as I type this now I cant cook! Welcome to bachelorhood! My first year in School was hell! Stress was unbearable, lectures every now and then, most times I get home 9pm in the evening, immediately I step into my room the worms in my stomach begin to remind me of the age long agreement we had to always feed them but my empty pots with no food existing in it made me realise I was reneging in our deal! Just because I cant cook! My stove was still as new as ever, infact the only time I use my stove is when I want to heat water for my bath... I got tired of eating noodles and boiled eggs, Gala and Lacasera, biscuits and fayrouz, bread and sardine every blessed day! My blood sugar level kept increasing everyday! What a life I was living! A complete contrast from the life of a prince I lived in my parents house! Most times I attend lectures on an empty stomach, I wont be able to concentrate in class because I was hungry and the mere thought of Gala and lacasera pissed me off big time because I have taken it too much! I became a regular face in almost all the local food joints on campus, I even went as far as bribing female colleagues to help me cook, they almost milked me dry, imagine a girl collecting 5k for just a pot of ogbono soup wit no meat sef! I was gradually going insane, I checked my school calender nearly everyday to know when we would be on semester break so I can return home to the open arms of delicious meals just because I cant cook! On one of my holidays I got the shock of my life, I woke up one morning and asked my sister to serve me breakfast she refused and told me if I couldnt cook my food I should forget it! I stood there like an abandoned relic for almost 5mins still trying to figure out if I was dreaming (somebody pinch me).... Few days later she came to me and said Victor are You ready to learn how to cook or not? This question was worth more than 10 free american visa lottery, without allowing her finish her statement I answered YES please teach me Ive suffered enough! We fixed a convenient time for cooking classes though we havent started yet but I believe very soon I will know how to cook and save myself from imminent disaster! Now to the guys in the house, the message from my story is crystal clear I guess, cooking is never and has never been a womans duty alone, men too should know how to cook! No woman will intimidate You or do shakara for You because if she says no food for You Youll just smile and say In your widest dreams Your pregnant wife wont suffer at all, when shes too heavy and tired to cook, Youll gladly and confidently prepare her a nice meal and serve her in bed! Tell me why she wont love You for life! Dear men Learn how to cook and for those who already can, You get mouth THE END
Posted on: Wed, 12 Mar 2014 16:46:51 +0000
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