MY EXPERIENCE IN MY FRIENDS VILLAGE

Hmmmm...sat down for a moment and i was thinking and suddenly i had flash backs to my trip in nsukka it was one hell of a journey...Things women do for love...lol,this was supposed to be a casual visit because my friend's parents wanted me to visit because they had heard a rumour that i don't know how to cook and i said to myself hell no am not going,but got persuations from all angle that you have to go to prove them wrong so i went....

Day 1; Was all fine probably they were still pretending to be nice,it was just greetings then i helped to clean the house then took my bath and took a stroll around the village...had some bush meat and palmwine...hmmm it felt like i was in my village,twas nice...came back had a shower and went to bed

Day 2; They started murmouring amongst themselves i couldn't help but eavesdrop,and i could hear the arguements between the dad,mom and brothers...one said she doesn't know how to cook,the other said why is it that you don't like this girl?you are telling lies,the other brother said sssshhhh we can't afford to let her feel as if we have taken her in already,then their mom said she has to cook to prove herself,finally their dad said common,this girl looks like she's been brought up well,are all this things true? mom said ok,we will see after she finishes with the cooking. Then my friend started coming towards my room so i ran back to sit on the bed,then he came in he said hi and i replied then he said hmmm...mom wants you to make dinner at first i wanted to react but he would have the idea that i knew what was going on so i decided to play along...went out with him and saw the ingredients for the soup they were things for ogbonno soup which is my favourite,i just smiled within myself and i started cooking...when the soup was ready i then told his brothers to pound the yam so they could eat...food was ready,after they started eating no one could comment or say anything cos their dad realised i was a good cook afterall...so they all ate quietly and everyone went their seperate ways...

Day 3;I was already getting bored,i wasnt comfortable cos each time their mom seems to be starring...what she was starring at i don't really know so i decided to ask my friend...then later that day they had to pick palm kernnel to prepare for the next day,so i joined them in picking.After we had finished they were busy washing so i went to clean up,later he came and said there was a family meeting he would be right back but you know curiousity kills the cat i had to look for a way to listen to what they were discussing...alas it was about me...

You cannot get married cos you are the first born and you have to show examples to your siblingsit was a whole lot of arguements details which i cannot tell,was so angry that i slept on empty stomach...

Day 4;I woke up to clean the house but was told we had to make palm oil,so they gave me water to wassh my feet then i went into a long canoe like tree and we started marshing the kernnels.When we finished i was already tired was almost for the whole day...then at night i thought of it,i asked myself...was i forced? No! so what am i still doing here..

Next day i woke up told them i was leaving...they were suprised... I left eventually back to the city and when my friend came back he wanted to make up but i have moved on...I kept on asking myself if he really knew what he wanted he wont be waiting for his family to make decisions for him...2years later he came back saying his mom says we can now get married because she is sick and she wants to see her grandchildren before she dies,isnt that too late? i said,he was begging but i had moved on...cldnt see myself in his shoes again...well its good to know what you want always because delay might just be dangerous....

This is a true life story...things women do for love....

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