Must Read: My Friend, Her Boyfriend And I - Season 1 - Episode 23

6 years ago

Must Read: My Friend, Her Boyfriend And I - Season 1 - Episode 23

Perfecto!’ I said to myself. I covered it up and reduced the fire to the most minimum. I mopped my face, I was sweating. I opened the pot with the rice in it, tasted it, it has soften to the texture I wanted. I poured it into the sieve. I rinsed the same pot on put it back on the stove. I poured some water into into, just a little, like 35cl then I added little salt and vegetable oil. I spread my rice into it bit by bit. At every layer I spread some shrimps, carrots, green and white onions till the whole pot was covered. I did this because I didn’t want to stir the rice, if I stir, it would burn. I covered it up. I opened the stew, it was cooked, I dropped it on the kitchen table. I wiped my face of sweat again. I brought out the frying pan from the cabinet, washed it and put it on the stove.

‘Ppsshh ppsshh.’ That was the sound of the fire licking the water. When the pot was dry I poured in some palm oil (Niyi does not like his plantain fried with vegetable oil.) When it was heated I put the sliced plantain into it, some hot oil splashed out and some landed on my arm hand a feet. I cried out.

‘Sorry oo,’ I heard behind me. I looked at Tola who was leaning against the kitchen door frame.

‘Ose, igbawo loji?'(when did you wake up?) I asked as I turned the plantain to its other half to fry.

‘The question is not when I woke up, it is what woke me!’ She moved over to the pot and opened the pots.

‘Areeeeyy! Are we expecting the president? You have outdone yourself I swear!’ She said.

‘I’m cooking for my man and you aren’t eating until he wakes up!’ I threatened her as I put the second batch of plantain in the drying pan and switched of the fire under the rice.

‘No do that one oo. When did you wake up self?’ She meant to ask how long I have been cooking.

‘Since five, ki lago so bayi?'(What time is it?) I asked.

‘It’s almost 7,’ she replied. I’ve been cooking for almost two hours. I have put my heart and soul into it. I just prayed and wished my effort would not go in vain. Everything was ready. I brought out three food warmers and poured my rice, stew and fried plantain into the warmers respectively. Tola offered to wash the pots and I was grateful because my legs were tired.

‘Please, can you help me make oat?’ I asked Tola. She looked at me like I was crazy.

‘Kilo tun fefi shee?'(what do you want use it for) she asked.

‘Oat is good for hangover, it settles the stomach and makes someone hungry. He will need it.’ I explained to her.

‘Ok then.’ She said. I went into her room and showered. I put on one of her tank-top and bumshort. She came in as I was combing my hair. She eyed me smiling.

‘You look good sis. Planning on seducing someone?’ She asked.

‘No ma’am, where’s your make up bag?’ I asked and she handed it to me.

‘Do me a favor Tola. Don’t come into the pallor until I call you ok?’

‘Arh! if hungry come catch me nko?’ She asked. I looked at the clock on the wall. 7:45am.