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Man Must Survive


To the average Nigerian woman, cooking is an asset to build a perfect relationship.

A compulsory skill to keep a perfect man.

News flash!

There's no perfect man!

And no perfect relationship.

Cooking is so basic.

Like crossing the road.

Or sleeping.

Not something to be applauded for.

Except of course you are a class chef.

Then you are on a whole different pedestal.

But if you aren't....

If you are just the girlfriend, or wife, or side chic...

Knowing how to cook is simply a defense!

A survival skill!

Not a trait a woman must possess!!!

But a requirement everyone, irrespective of gender, must have, to survive!

It is the most common form of defense everyone needs to have to combat hunger.

Besides, it's economical.

So if you have a stomach and a mouth

If you feel hungry and have hands and legs

Then you should know how to go to the market and cook

Or wash the plates and pots after the meal has been prepared

You must be useful in the kitchen not just in bed.. Men this is for you

You can't be useful in bed and useless in the kitchen.

The woman is useful both in the kitchen and in bed!

So, if the woman can do it, you can do it too.

Have you ever travelled to another country, and be hit with the realization that you miss Nigerian food after some months of eating what you can't even pronounce.

After staying in another country for 1 or 2 months, you realize, shit...I can't keep eating junk, for my health, fitness, six packs and even my sanity.

Suddenly you miss eguisi soup, oha, vegetable and even amala and ewedu...

Then you realize the closest Nigerian restaurant is a mile away, and the food is as expensive as keke na pep in Nigeria!

Yet, it won't satisfy you even if you buy an extra plate.

It is then you will know that cooking is a defense, everyone irrespective of gender must possess.

Because going to the market, and buying the ingredients you need to cook a well prepared home made food, enough to satisfy you and not bankrupt you, is not what you need applause for, but sense.

So guys, next time she ask you to join her in the kitchen to cook what you will eat, don't feel like you are doing her a favor.

Zuzuru, carry your big head and small preek and follow her without waiting for her to ask first.

Go inside and learn how to cook and always cook for her too, draw a timetable if need be.

Don't wait to be called!

Cooking is nobody's calling, but everybody's purpose.

It's a defense and you don't need to be applauded for it, because in the end it is for your survival.

And man must survive.


Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
Authorpreneur
www.ofunneceo.blogspot.com

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