Until one day, one of the days I would never forget, my dad sent me to the market to buy food stuffs and cook for the house.( I was like is this man serious at all?) Every dick, Tom, and Harry knows I cannot cook and he is sending me to the market, to do what? All the same I went to the market feeling bad, I came back to the house started cooking and after everything I served my father my dish our should I say cousine 😂🤧.
He finished eating and gave me #50 (fifty naira) I was so glad because my dad praised me, my brothers came back from a wherever they went to ate the food and just said it was ok 🤨just like that. Someone once said
No matter how beautiful you are you can never hear it from the mouth of your brothers.
Same applies to the food I cooked they never said thank you, not even you tried.
While cooking that soup I had thoughts running through my mind, what if this food doesn't come out well, should I just leave this food and run out of this house? Those and many more were the thoughts running through my mind, until I made up my mind, according to a popular Nigerian celebrity “all die na die” and it came out perfectly. From that day till date I can be confident and beat my chest to say I can cook 😂 (only what I can eat🥴).
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