I feel like if I had to cook for, pick up and clean after, and look after another fully grown and perfectly able human being everyday of my life, I would resent them and resent them very badly.
My younger brother came to visit me, and from day one he was quietly observing me like a detective 😂
One evening, he finally confronted me in the most hilarious way.
He said,
“Since I came here, I have noticed something… whenever you serve your husband food, you always design it. You add toppings, arrange it nicely, make it look like restaurant food. But when it’s my own, you just pour it like bricklayer work. No decoration. No love. Nothing.”
I just burst out laughing.
I told him,
“Bro, I can’t be designing food I’m serving in large quantity. My husband doesn’t eat like you. His own is easier to decorate.”
He didn’t even agree. He cut me off immediately and said,
“No wahala. Just design my own too. I don’t mind. Don’t be biased 😂”
I said okay.
The next day, I cooked rice and stew and decided to give him “premium treatment.”
When I served him, his face lit up.
“Ahhh! This is what I’m talking about! See food! 😂”
He was so happy… until about 5 minutes later.
The food finished.
He looked at me and said
“Sis… abeg… add more rice for me.”
I just leaned back and laughed.
“Ah ah, you said you wanted designer food. That’s the price. Go and drink water.”
He shouted, “Gift abeg na!”
I said, “No. You want to compete with my husband abi? Then compete with his appetite too.”
Since that day until he went back to his location, everything changed.
Whenever I’m serving food, he runs first and says:
“Sis please… I’m a bricklayer. No design for me again 😂😂”
Incase you need more proof that your corporate job doesn’t care about you. I was two away from the CEO/COO. I went to the CEOs private club to golf several times without my boss, board dinners, private residence dinners. I thought my relationships moved beyond just work. Was invited to weddings, etc. Since I put in my two weeks, I haven’t heard from the CEO or COO since. Not one email trying to retain me. Not one message outside of work channels congratulating me for my next chapter. They literally only care about output. You are nothing to them without it. Quit your job and chase your dreams.
I first met Clark Reynolds when he was just three years old at our Black History Month reception at the White House.
Over the last ten years, it's been wonderful getting updates about his life through his letters. Check out how he’s doing now:
I read it somewhere "We romanticized the wrong organ the stomach is more emotional than the heart" and it feels so true. We feel butterflies in our stomach and when we're sad we lose our appetite our stomach gets affected by emotions way more than we realize.
Kwani huku ni wapi tuko😂😂 Jamaa tipsy amekuja akaingia kwa mat alafu akaenda kwa kiti ya nyuma na akalala. Kuamshwa akasema atalipa na akazima. Makanga akaleta shida lakini jamaa akalipia viti tatu na akarudi kulala. Sasa shida imekujia wakati gari imetoka stage jamaa akashindwa kulala juu ya kutingishwa akaamka akaketi alafu makanga akajaribu kubeba watu kwa hizo viti zimelipiwa. 😂😂
Alafu makosa akajaribu kumpiga ati amtoe. Jamaa ameshuka na huyo conductor mbaya. Driver akasimamisha gari kando ati asaidie kufungua mlango akapewa bare moja safi akaclick na akarudi kudrive alafu akasema "mumeketi hapo tukipigwa nyinyi ni wanaume aina gani" hapo nikajua dawa imepenya. Tumefika stage wakajaribu kumuitia makanga wengine wampige jamaa akashika mawe akasema kujeni sasa. Amewambia ataangusha hizo vioo zote. Kuna mathe amerecord najua mtaona tiktok 😂😂😭
I love being replaceable to most men, I’m not special and the next woman is probably better than me
Very freeing and liberating. It allows me not to over perform