First kitchen experience with my sister

This kitchen things I want to write came to my memory when I read @HappyBoy story of his setting the kitchen on fire.

As a lady it is expected of you to know how to cook. I can't remember the age I and my elder sister was then but I know we still live in the barrack and still very young then. We lived In a Town named OSU in Osun state,Nigeria . Mum usually travel to Ile-Ife (another town in same state)everyday to work. We also schooled in Ile - ife then so we go by the school bus everyday. The bus 🚌come to pick us 6am and by 6pm he drop us back home.

On that day,as usual we went to school and came late than usual but mum was not back from work so we sort ourselves out with cassava flakes. We waited till 8pm and still mum was not back and it unlike her . So as a woman that we are we decided to help mum out by cooking dinner before she comes back. It our first time cooking so we were careful with quantity. It tradition in most Nigerian house that you eat solid food for dinner. We decide to look what mum as in her kitchen and we were able to find yam flour. There was no light but God so good the moon shine bright into the kitchen that we were able to atleast see the matches to light the stove. There was no gas cooker then only if you have electric cooker.

My sister lighted the stove and I assisted her with the pot to use. We put the biggest pot on fire 🔥 and pour water that we feel like would be enough for 2 adults and 2 children making 4 of us. We sat patiently waiting for the water to be hot. On that day is as if the water don't want to boil o because it doesn't take time if it was mum so how then is ours different. As sharp girls we decided to make the food like that with the little hotness we got. I help my sister with pouring the flour while she use the turning stick and mix the flour and water. We pour and pour Amala refuse to get thick, we were confuse on what might have been the mistake but what do we do as fuck up don dey. We decided to disposed it and prepare another one. Thank God there was a river at the back of our house so we pour it away and wash the pot to start the real cooking.

We Placed the pot on the stove and pour water again and this time we are patient for the water to boil well. When we saw the water is boiled,I start pouring the yam flour and my sister stiring it. While we were on it mum came in and met us struggling with pot of amala. This time it has balls (big balls)in it and can't even be manage. Mum was surprised to see us trying to cook and she smiled and ask us to sit down on a stool and watch her as she cook. Ever after my sister as been going to the kitchen to learn how to cook but me I don't like kitchen so I prefer spending time with my younger brothers born years after.

My lagos kitchen

Let me add this to It because that day was such a mess. I lived with my aunt in bariga, lagos in her parents house which we call family house. She always be the one who cook everyday because I do come home late from work exhausted. She is a very great cook and do save me from starving myself. Unfortunately for me she got married and left for her husband's house. At first I do go to her house to eat every morning before going to work and also in the evening I go again for dinner. Later,I stop going not to become a bug to them as a new couple. I started eating out. There was this restaurant at palm groove that I do buy food or snacks from when going home. This go on till one day my aunt told me she want to get somethings from the market and I should escort her. She bought many thing including plantain and she ask me to also buy some plantain too.

The following day I tried to fry some of the plantain. Yeah I forgot to tell you,since we are the owner of the house we don't share our kitchen with the tenants. So I fried my plantain and locked the kitchen. Went to take my bath so I can get ready for work. I was dressing when people started shouting my name from outside, I rushed out and see as everybody in the house stand in front of my kitchen, kitchen is on fire but how come. One of the men in the house rushed out with only pant and break the door 🚪with his legs and see smoke. I couldn't see anything in the smoke. The man went in and brought out the frying pan I used in frying plantain with my gas cooker. See me o,I forgot to off gas and even covered the remaining oil in the pan. Like what kitchen lover would have forgot to off gas after cooking.

Kitchen fire when in school

It was a stressful week for me because I went for a brigade camp and as an officer (provost) at the camp you bearly sleep. When I got home I decide to cook something nice for myself. Thank God there was light so I make use of my electric cooker to prepare beans with rice . I cook inside my room since It a room I could afford. I hate to sit outside with people so I locked myself inside and my food is cooking. Alas,I slept off and woke up in a smoked room. The other neighbours have been shouting my name,called my phone then they saw smoke all over the passage. The food burnt down to black and I had no choice than to go sleep without .

Well I'm now a very good cook but it only on occasion will you see me cook. I hate 😒to go into kitchen. Future hubby if you're anywhere get ready to eat more outside than inside and if you can cook well it a good thing for both of us.......

Thanks for reading and no advice on being a woman .