When someone cook in your house or there house and choose not to eat from the food please done eat the food. I repeat don’t eat. It’s a trap
I moved in with my maternal uncle in 2009 after graduating from the university, I grew fond of him as a child because my mum raised him until my younger brother came into picture. We were so closed that people thought we were brothers.
Enough of the intro let me go to the gist fully
On a particular while staying with him, he didn’t go to work for whatever reason I can’t remember and since luck has on smile on me in getting a job it is a good time having him at home cos it means more gist and more food. On this said day, we were both lazing around the house until around 1pm when the enemy of the stomach (hunger) demands homage. Since both of us don’t like buying cooked from we opted to cook beans.
I went outside to get the beans while picking the beans my uncle’s supposed fiancé came in and offered to help us cook. Well it is good time to concentrate on my Tv show I was watching.
Less than 2 hours, the biggest announcement of the day came and I can feel the joy of the worm in my belly as they yearn for the incoming of nutrients.
My uncle being a sharp guy who doesn’t want to spend another money on cooking at night gave me money to go and buy bread to accompany the beans to the land of the unknown. If you know Orile-Agege, Lagos very well you will agree with me that between 1pm-3pm is the best time to get the soft, fresh, just out of bakery bread. It doesn’t take me more than 5minutes before I saw an hawker and I bought the bread but on my way inside I saw my uncle’s fiancé leaving.
I rushed inside
Me: Uncle why did your woman leave? She no go chop again?
Uncle: she said she is coming back that she needed to attend to something at home very fast.
Me: well I can finish this two bread sha
Uncle: if you do then you will eat your remaining beans at night without anything
Moment later....
I was on my way inside from the kitchen(public kitchen since it is a face-me-I-slap-you-house) with our served plate of beans.
P.S I don’t like tasting food while cooking until I am in my comfort area to devour it.
I place both plate on the table, bread beside each plate, I went to get water but the reflections of my uncle’s face is the epitome of sadness and disappointment. I quickly turned and asked what happened.
Uncle: did you taste this beans?
Me: No, what happened?
Uncle: please do
I took a spoonful and as I landed my crusher-teeth on the grain of beans all I can hear in my head was “grinnnnnnnnnnnnn” that moment my destiny cried.
What happened? We picked this beans ourselves and no stone even when we picked it. I almost vomited my intestine when the truth was dawn on us.
After so much deliberation we went to the kitchen and then the truth was staring at us like like Jon looking at Greyworm after Danny’s death.
Madam cooked the beans till it was soft, added the ingredients and when it was time to add salt, the “VIM” for washing the back of the pot that was inside a bowl was what she added. She never knew it wasn’t salt. Came back to taste the food, it wasn’t salty enough and she added more. By the time she realized it, she took salt, added it fled the crime scene before we could discovered.
Then we realized the reason why she left. My uncle called her to ask why but she did not pick up only to send break up text later.
Well I ate my bread with water that day and ate hers with water too as dinner.
