Hello beautiful people! Happy new
year!
Good to meet you again.
How has it been in 2016? Someone may
say, “It’s too early to assess” but you must also bear in mind that we’re already
6 days old in 2016. Some other person may say, “Just 6 days” and I also want
you to know that a minute lost can never be recovered. So, whatever you PLANNED
to do this year, hit the iron while it’s still very hot.
Talking about PLAN, we started a
serial blogging sometime last year, on The True Beauty Of A Home and we learned
how plan can help in building a happy home. We also discussed some possible
factors that can trap a woman to remain a full time house wife. You can catch
up with us by visiting www.houseofdivineassets.blogspot.com.
Before I got married, I was meant to believe that Calabar women were fetish. It’s not news when Igbo people say that any Igbo man that eats from the pot of a Calabar woman will never remember his father’s land. But when I got married, I began to understand that the stories about Calabar women were all lies. Hei! Please don’t get me wrong. I don’t in any way imply that it’s impossible to see a fetish woman in Calabar but I’m saying that the saying about ALL Calabar women being fetish is just one of those false beliefs we grew with. The truth is that an average calabar woman knows what every man NEEDS and they (Calabar women) stop at nothing to take care of their men. Kudos to every woman who understands her man’s needs and stops at nothing to take care of him.
I don’t know if you’ve heard that one
of the ways to a man’s heart is GOOD food? No matter how “civilization” plays
pranks with the minds of Africans, the truth remains that men like GOOD food!
All the men in the house, true or false?
Now read the fiction below.
It was one of those evenings that
traffic jam keeps people fagged out on Lagos road. Mrs. Obi kept muttering to
herself,
Mrs. Obi: “if only I can drive up to the mini market in front, I guess my
problem would be solved. Mtchew! What will I even cook? I need to prepare
something that will not take much time but hubby said he would want to eat Semo
and Egusi soup. Abeg! “Who get time for soup this night?” I’ll just prepare
indomie. But he doesn’t like indomie oo! Enhee! It’s late now. Abeg he has to
manage it that way. I will just buy soup ingredient and prepare it tomorrow”.
Hei! How time flies! I was so engrossed in Amaka’s gist that I didn’t notice
that it was already dark and this traffic jam is not even helping matter. I pray
hubby doesn’t get home before me. What will I even say? I went to visit a
friend? Hmm! War!”
With that, she decided to prepare
indomie for dinner. As God may have it, the vehicles in front of her started
moving and she quickly shoved her car key into the ignition. As soon as the car
started, she zoomed off to the mini market and jumped down to buy the
ingredients for dinner. She was almost shouting and cursing on top of her voice
because the seller was paying little or no attention to her while trying to
sell to the customers that came before her. After about ten minutes of fruitless
effort, she moved to the next seller thinking that hers would be better but to
her disappointment; the woman was even busier than the first seller.
At about 8:00 pm, she managed to get
home and ran into the kitchen. Meanwhile, her husband was already home. The
children were already asleep on the couch. She quickly prepared the indomie and
came to the sitting room to call the children. Her husband was fuming with
anger.
Mrs. Obi (trying to wake their first child): Junior! Junior! Ha! This boy
can sleep. Junior!
Mr. Obi: (cuts in) Please take it easy with the poor boy! Why can’t he be
in deep sleep and what time is it? His mates are already fed and in bed!
Mrs. Obi ignored her husband and
succeeded in moving the children to the dining room. The children were crying
and stuffing the food in their mouths. Mr. Obi was so perplexed but decided to
be calm. After about 10 minutes, the children abandoned the food and went back
to sleep.
Mrs. Obi: Darling, please come and eat.
Mr. Obi did not wait to be called
again because he was really starving. He was actually salivating and planning
to feast on his semo and Egwusi soup. He opened his plate and in utter
confusion and disappointment, he turned to his wife;
Mr. Obi: Darling, is this some kind of joke or something? What in God’s
name is this before me?
Mrs. Obi: I’m sorry I was choked up with time and decided to prepare
indomie. I will try and prepare the Egwusi soup tomorrow.
Mr. Obi: You were choked up with time visiting friends that you paid no
attention to my wellbeing? You were choked up with time that of all the food in
the world, you were able to come up with noodles as an alternative knowing very
well how I hate this poison before me? You were so choked up with time that you
ignored my plea and request for semo and egusi soup since last week? You know
what? You’re a very insensitive, wicked, disorganized, selfish and thoughtless
woman!
Mrs. Obi: Haba! Honey! You addressed me in such manner just because of
food?
The children jumped up when their
father continued shouting at the top of his voice.
Mr. Obi: One more word from you, you will regret the day you met me! You’re
such a devil! I should have known that it’s yet another night of junk food! I
know what to do this night and henceforth!
With that he stormed out of the house.
Food! Food! Food! As simple as it
sounds, is a little fox that can destroy a home in a twinkle of an eye. As a
wife and a mother, you’re advised to know what to cook, how to cook and when to
cook. We will concentrate on these three important triplet (What to cook, how
to cook and when to cook) in our next episode on The True Beauty Of A Home.
Do not forget that family is
PRICELESS.
Do everything HUMANLY possible,
LEGALLY and MORALLY right to be that person God designed you to be.
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