Have never cooked in my life, so making or pounding yam was totally out of the question, after settling for pounded yam, I googled how to make it, and after some minutes of loading, my eye widened in surprise how on earth would I succeed with this...
This is the sixth time I'm making this, the other five were total disasters but the sixth came out averagely well, looking around the kitchen, I couldn't help but chuckle, it was such a mess…..slapping my hands together with a wide smile on, have never felt this joyous on something before. I made a pounded yam, with joy in my heart, I packed it and started cleaning the mess, I made, shaking my body to the music on my head… I stopped when I felt my phone vibrate …. Bringing it Out my apron, I slide and tap on the message "MAKE VEGETABLE " what! How in God's name would I make this, I felt like breaking down…..yes! I exclaimed as new hope created itself in my head, picking up my phone again I dial my formal maid, she is the only one that could help me now...
After we successfully made dinner, she left, I was at the dishes, he would be surprised chuckling softly as I made my way to the sitting room, I was making myself comfortable on the couch when my phone vibrated again, I checked and it reads "MAKE EGUSI INSTEAD " anger surge through me after reading the message, after the stress I went through make that dish, I eyed the message in disgust… If he is not eating that food, then he can starve…..
I wasn't going to make another dish, tho I was angry but how can I? All this stuff is new to me, I was tired and stressed…cooking only meant going to the market again, which would not happen...
Trying to get my mind off, I went through my messages, seeing loads of unread Congratulations messages, if only they knew, clicking on each and replying….. After hours of typing, I decided to get a refreshment when the sound of his horn filled my ear, I head my chest in fear sitting back, what should I do? Asking myself….in my frightened state, I took my phone to dip it into the opening on the couch, I raised my legs and sat, trying different sitting positions, I stood up again totally confused about what to do… I wouldn't want to annoy him with anything. Still debating on what to do, when I heard the clicking of the door with no further thought I lay, pretending to sleep.
*****stepping into my house, there she was With her eye closed, my eye roamed from her hair to toe drinking in her features, she is a tempting woman, my erection was evidence of that, leaving her to her fake sleep, I strolled into the kitchen {Don't ask me how I know, she was someone have studied for a while now} I was raised by a terrorist, but with Good looks, every part of that was secret.
Lifting the cover of the pot, frowning at the content in the pot, how many times would I tell her not to disobey me….
Taking the pot of stew with me, walking into the sitting room, I stopped behind the fake Sleeping Beauty, well, I sigh, taking a minute and releasing some of the anger in me, I turned the content in the pot over her. ..
I heard his footsteps as he got close to where I lay, I couldn't bring myself to open my eye to know if he was angry or….. Then Again I heard Him move then it stopped, I would want to see what he was doing but I decided to stay put, 'I don't want problems, after some minutes there was clashing of pots and covers, it gave me a clue of where he was…. Then I heard movement again, hoping he was leaving to his room, I was about to calm my beating heart when I felt a thick liquid dripping on me, opening my eye in freight, as I opened my eye I quickly shut it but it was too late to prevent the substance from getting into my eyes,
I shouted in pain, yelling loudly, water!!!! I screamed, rubbing my palm over my burning face, he didn't make a sound….., I shivered at the thought of him doing worse .. .i missed my footing and stumbled as I strived to find my way into the kitchen, I lunch forward, just to hit my head on the pillar that leads to the kitchen in my unsettled state of getting water and loose consciousness….