My first kitchen experience

The day my mother told me I will be cooking, I was just 10 years old

I jubilated like Chelsea when they won champions league... In my dream

I told all my friends

Announced it in school

Started even dreaming about it

Finally, I will contribute to the food making my sister's were always feeling fly and bragging about

The King is entering the kitchen I gloated

My sisters were not around, they had a sponsorship exam to write so they were out of town for two days

Two days to the D-day

I had already started reminding my mother to get the neccesary ingredients

One day to go, I cancelled all my video game appointments and football competitions

On the D-day...

I hardly slept that night, in fact I didn't sleep at all

Was up preparing and planning the size, quantity and taste of the meal I was going to prepare

I woke up like it was Christmas and my birthday on the same day

Showered and brushed

Entered the kitchen very early, I checked the time, 6:55am

Arranged the pots and kitchen utensils

Brought out all the Ingredients and lined them up till there was no spare plate again

I immediately wore my hand gloves, white apron and hair net

I even wore face mask

We had been taught cleanliness is next to godliness in our Home Economics class

Then I sat down on the comfortable stool and waited for my mother to come so we can begin

Smiling and laughing all the while, I rested my head on my chin

Soon I dozed off while waiting

When I woke up, the kitchen was all messy with smoke filling up the whole place, then I took off my nose mask and boy... the aroma was to die for

I looked left and right, pots and vegetables were everywhere, oil was splattered all over

"Whats going on here?" I asked in frenzy

"Nothing," my mother said.

" Food is ready..."

I checked the time, 8:45am

Jesus... I slept off for two hours

"Oya, wash all the plates and pots and make sure the kitchen is sparkling clean then come and eat your own."

The pain I felt eh, my first heartbreak when Glory my primary 4 crush, tore her notebook for Junior my seat mate and refused to give me even though I asked first, cannot even compare!

No emotions or even sympathy from my mum, it was as if she did not even remember.

"But mummy you said I will cook today, why didn't you wake me up?" I almost cried

She turned and looked at me from head to toe, "Cook in whose kitchen, I said you will assist in the kitchen my friend..."

I looked back to know who she was calling her friend then realized it's me her son

"So assist with the cleaning, tomorrow if you want you can cook again." she said walking out of the kitchen with her plate

Cook bawo! I muttered

Once bitten, twice shy!

Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne

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