The day my Igbo man said he was “taking his time to build the flavour,” it dawned on me that I must marry this man!
Imagine waking up to the aroma of perfectly seasoned food every morning. I can’t imagine not being served freshly cooked meals in bed. What if pregnancy takes a serious toll on me and I’m too tired to even stand? Who will be cooking for me before and after I put to bed?
Abeg oh, men who can cook are a whole blessing! Whether it’s jollof rice that actually tastes like home, egusi that slaps, or even simple fried plantain and eggs on a lazy sunday morning, it hits different.
If he enters the kitchen without being begged, that’s a green flag I’m running towards.
I’ve got two colleagues whose husbands cook and pack their meals, while they get the kids ready for school. One even calls her husband to ask what he’ll cook for dinner.
I’ve also got one whose husband doesn’t enter the kitchen and doesn’t help in getting the kids ready for school.
If you like adoring men who can’t cook or do basic chores just because you don’t want to be intimidated, na your body go tell you.
I had the best school mothers and fathers from JSS 1 to SS2, and none of them tried to sleep with me or rob me of my beverages!
I received real support, care, love, guidance, and protection from these strangers who later became a big part of my childhood memories.
I could count on one hand the number of times I washed and ironed my school uniforms, or the number of times I served mass punishment, because my school parents would either serve the punishment for me or smuggle me out of the group and hide me in their corner. 🤣 I never had tough morning duties or had to cut grass. Because we always introduced each other to their families, we were always sure of extra money, beverages, and gifts on resumption and visiting days from our parents. We gisted, played, and studied together too.
Of course, there were days I fucked up and had to collect hanger and guava stick wotowoto 😭😭. After that, I would write an apology letter, apologising and stating why I loved my school parent. SMH 😂😂
I had the best school aunties, sisters, cousins, uncles, brothers, paddies, bunkies, and corner mates too. Forever in my heart. ❤️
Between last year and this year, I’ve only been asked out by guys who are the only sons in their families. I don’t know what the odds are, but I’ve always wanted my kids to have more uncles, since I have only one brother.🥹
Abeg oh, If I’m really into a man, I’d love it when he’s around while I’m cooking. I want him to assist me in the kitchen; unwrapping seasoning cubes, pounding pepper, spanking my ass and gently pushing me toward the cabinet, secretly taking short videos of me, asking if the salt and water are enough, reaching for things from the high cabinets while calling me his short girl, and tasting chunks of fish, meat, and kpomo as his reward. ☺️
When you realize the person you like is treating you how you treat people you don’t like. When they are using your materials against you, it truly humbling.
As a student who lived in the dormitory for six years, Indomie Noodles was one of the best things that happened to me. I used to cook indomie noodles with a box iron back in SSS 🤣. I also soaked it with cold water, garnished with crayfish and ate!
Good old secondary school days! ❤️
As a woman, you should be able to make certain important decisions on your own while still considering your partner’s feelings and best interests, without always having to call and ask for his opinion.
I’m talking about decisions you know will make him smile in approval.
That shows you’re smart, trustworthy, and reliable.
You may think it’s cute but at some points, he might question your intelligence and ability to make decisions oh, “what if i am not around?” “Would she be able to make decisions in my best interest and that of our kids?”
You’d think a man is doing lovey dovey with you but he is judging you deeply.