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Novel: JUST A Taste
The best way to a man’s heart his thru his stomach..This is a fact most pretty ladies has failed to accept..No matter how pretty you are, your relevance in your kitchen determines how long you would keep your Man..Listen, my story is quite funny, promise you won’t laugh..cooking wasn’t one of my top priority, yes..it was a waste of time to me..my family is well to do, lots of money to squander..I was the top in my school gang, and I graduated with a first class as a medical student..I met Wilson..the dream guy I dated for four years, we were so in love, trust me in serious love! My parents wouldn’t accept him at first but my stubborn self wouldn’t allow such, both families had to accept by fire by force..Finally we got married..What a bliss! But the second week after our blissful honey moon..I needed to face my worst nightmare..The kitchen! I had succeeded in fooling Wilson for over four years..making sure the maids do the cooking while I take the credit..
but nemesis had caught up with me..As I stared at the empty pots, I contemplated on the best excuse I could possibly give to save my ass..sadly there was none..And so i made a disaster that landed my husband in an hospital bed for weeks..not my fault though.. just that back home I always noticed the maids put Maggi cubes into every food and the way they tasted it..it really looked like Maggi cubes were the magic, Don’t laugh but I added 7 Maggi cubes to a grated tomatoes all in the name of preparing stew..Wilson loved me to the extent he took poison right into his stomach..It was decided then..the family concluded I wanted their son dead..And so my marriage, well planned for good four years, ended within a week!
All my plea fell on deaf ears..I begged for a chance to learn how to cook..but even Wilson surprisingly paid a deaf ear..and within a week my mother in-law had danced in with one village tattered girl”My son, this one will cook for you well, she is the daughter of chief Amadi, I hope you remember him”I watched with tears welled up in my eyes..Wilson had even served me a divorce without even thinking about it..I had no choice left, I took my bags and went back to my parents, all my friends couldn’t help but laugh at me..Flora my Boston friend remained but still, at some instance she still took time to laugh when I cried my eyes out again and again..it didn’t make sense to me, so just because I can’t cook Wilson ended our marriage”But you almost killed him nah”Flora always reminded me whenever I tried to place the blame on Wilson..eh, I can’t blame him but at least he should have given me a chance..
Now, I made a decision one morning, I needed to prove to Wilson that I can actually cook..I resigned from my job as a medical doctor and announced to my family one evening that I want to be a cook..In fact I had enrolled for an academy where they train and specialize on foods preparation and designs..They all laughed and concluded i was running mad because of my recent divorce..so I decided to shock their livers when I packed my stuff announcing again that I had been admitted to the academy already..
I wrote love out of my dictionary..I have to prove to them all that I wasn’t a failure..Although, sometimes I wondered if what I was doing was right, but then I couldn’t think of anything else..this is were my mind leads..Am sure it wouldn’t be much trouble..or so I thought..My dear readers, Just call me Nadia..you’ll get to know my full name later on, For now..let’s travel this adventure together..
Just A Taste
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