Instead, let Sani not come home!

...Omonoba...
Our people say:
Eng: Is it that Mgbeke does not know how to cut or that the blade was blunt?- Igbo proverb.
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A young wife is threatened by the thought of her husband returning home to eat the food that she has made for dinner; the food turned out to be not as pleasant as usual. Here goes:


Instead, Let Sani not come home!

Today, I have cooked food that did not taste good. Whether it is me that does not know how to cook or it is the pot that is not good; I cannot tell. Can one time of not-so-delicious food make me a bad cook? I am a woman who loves to use her fingers. This means that I like to sew and knit and play instruments and braid and plait and decorate and design and bake and of course cook. The first time my parents brought home my suitor, I was twelve or maybe thirteen and my abilities were used to sell me. Those callous parents of mine didn't tell me that they had already married me off. My father brought home lots of lace clothes and beads and asked me to dress in bright colours for the evening to receive his special guests. Mother acted like she didn't know about it all along meanwhile her wrists were adorned with jewelery that Sani's family had given her. If I was sold for gold and silver, I probably wouldn't have been very disappointed but my parents looked at me from head to toe and accepted painted plastic jewelery on my behalf. You know those ones that peal when they are scratched or come in contact with steam; yes, those ones. Very cheap looking. Even my abilities couldn't buy my greedy parents silver and gold. Anyway, so I have married Sani now for a couple of years and everyday, I spend the day ensuring that his dinner would be delicious and remind him of the reasons why he married me in the first place because I have no breasts and the two children I bore have made me ugly and worn out and so the only thing that is keeping Sani is my cooking. So, after cooking dinner this evening, the food did not taste as good as I expected it to. I cannot cook another pot of soup because the market is far away. I fear that Sani would leave me for another woman and that he would ask my mother to return the jewelery that he gave to her. I still have my lace clothes but I'm sure that my mother cannot boast of those pieces anymore. If possible, let my husband, Sani have an accident on his way home tonight. It would be easier to hear about the news and take some peppersoup to him in the hospital tomorrow morning. If the worst happens, it would also be easier for me to mourn him than for him to taste the soup I have cooked tonight.
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On another note, today has been one of those days when I have had to shut up and just listen to God:

ALRIGHT Father, I will shut up, shut down and listen. 
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Have a blessed weekend, my darlings!