Life itself is full of ups and downs, but there is always that one memory we wish we can erase and they never happened at all. One of such happened three years ago.
As at the time I was still learning how to cook, their would be excess salt in my food. My brother's would be like they born me inside Dangotes salt factory. Me on the other hand trying to explain how salt became excessive I would be like I tastes the food it was okay and then I added water again and added salt again chai 😁.
But on this particular day when this happened, I was already an expert in cooking and can cook literally everything. my mom asked me to go to my aunt's house to assist her with the cooking cause she was not too strong and her husband colleagues were coming over to the house to visit. I started with the cooking on a good note but then when it was time to add all the ingredients, this time around it wasn't salt again but excess water I mistakenly added. But the problem was that the food was halfway done, rice turned to porridge and worst of all it was burning on the fire. so i had to change the pot because i was thinking it was the pot's fault that's why the food was burning. I changed the pot but after five minutes it started to burn again😂 that was how they were just asking me what's happening I said fine. But me inside the kitchen was sweating like someone that a lion was chasing and I was like "God you for no make me come this house today oh"😁.
My aunt called from the room asking if I was done cooking and mistakenly again I said yes. what? hmmmm!! I began to serve the food my heart was beating so fast I could literally hear my heart beats. aunt came to assist in giving the guests the food but didn't pay much attention cause she trusts my cooking skills. Immediately one tasted the food he said what is this rubbish 😡 . When I heard it, the water I was bringing to them I took it back to the kitchen, went through the back door and jumped the fence to go and hide in an incompleted building. I'm my mind I was offering all kind of prayers to God and I remembered where Jesus turned water to wine I was praying my food turned to something better. I removed my head scarf to use sit on the floor and before you know I dozed off.
the visitors had left and my aunt and uncle were looking for me but I was no where to be found till someone told them where I was. When they came to wake me up, I only told them to forgive me oh that it was the handwork of the devil. I went back to the house pick my stuff and changed into my penciled gown. I got to the estate gate and lots of guys were outside gisting. They were just shouting fine girl fine girl but I ignored them and stopped a bike. After getting on the bike I realized I left my phone inside so I wanted to go get it and as i was coming down from the bike, I heard a noise from my behind praprapra my gown had tore with the shakara i was doing for those guys. The anger in me didn't make me realize there was a stone in front of me and I mistakenly hit it that was how my shoe cut🙆. I was embarrassed to the call from the food, to my gown now my shoe. I just wished that particular day was never a reality, it was my worst day ever, disastrous and so embarrassing. My village people came prepared for me that day.
Thank you for your time, peace 🕊️