One Step That Triggered a Positive Change.

The face @ image was uploaded by the mind that knew amala and beans don’t gel same way tea and salt don’t agree. (credit: idatedaily.com)

Sunday Afternoon in the home of the Ajisegiris.

The Ajisegiris’ home boasts of 4 members – the parents – Segun and Shade Ajisegiri and their children – 10-year-old Ife and 8-year-old-Dapo.

Shade Ajisegiri travelled on Thursday evening to attend the wedding of her best friend’s younger sister, but poor Segun wasn’t good at cooking and so his children were forced to eat meals in cartons, plastics and cans.

Noodles said ‘present sir’, breakfast cereals didn’t disappoint, same with bread and geisha ….

Ife at this juncture was an  L (learner) for she just started learning the arts of cooking but she lived up to expectations in other departments of the home and she became the dutiful vice-mummy.

She cleaned and washed and delegated sweeping to her younger brother, Dapo, and Segun was impressed by his children.

‘Sunday afternoon must be different,’ Ife pondered and surmised.

Ife knew her dad’s best food was amala with gbegiri so she took #500 out of her savings and went to Kitchen before Kitchen which was two houses away. She wanted to source lunch for her family. Small mummy there!

She bought rice and stew with fresh fish for herself and Dapo, and bought amala with ewedu and fish and beans for her dad. When she got home she threw the ewedu away, but she had bought in the first instance to avoid attracting inquisitive minds and inquiring mouths.

“If I buy amala with beans that woman and her customers will say amala and beans don’t go together, they are not music and dance nor bread and butter now? And I don’t want them to start laughing at me. So let me buy amala with ewedu and then beans separately so they will think they are meant for two people with the rice making three.” She had thought and voiced to her younger brother, Dapo before leaving home.

However she failed to realize that many restaurants sell amala with ewedu or gbegiri or even both to make abula, for she felt her mum thought up the novel idea of gbegiri.

At last she served her dad the amala with beans to delete and replace gbegiri – but wait o beans and gbegiri are birds of a feather ain’t they?

Segun was surprised but again impressed by her daughter and he found the amala with beans very ludicrous in fact ridiculous but he decided to play along not to deflate his girl’s ego and ‘daughterly’ (sorry mother) instincts and he ate though the tyres of his tongue were deflated.

The amala with beans was something else – maybe sweet or sour, bitter or better I don’t know but he enjoyed it in his mind or maybe in his tummy as well.

Segun returned the #500 his daughter had spent and gave her additional #1,000 and vowed there and then (but in his mind) to learn how to cook at least for the sake of his children and 10 seconds later his wife Shade called to apologize for forgetting to prepare gbegiri, vegetable and stew and refrigerate for them.

Lessons learnt. End of discussion.

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I won't bore you or box myself by defining who I'm, what I'm or where I'm headed. I AM OLAYEMI JOSEPH OGUNOJO, a Nigerian and World Citizen and a student of the 'University of Life.' If you impart knowledge into every Tayo, Tanko and Tagbo you meet, they will impact every Tom, Dick and Harry they confluence.

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