It has always been in the kitchen.....

IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN IN THE KITCHEN.

As the last born in the house, I was in a close relationship with the dishes, each time everyone leaves, i make them wet and do them right on the kitchen floor.

I don't like the sink because it was too high for me and I didn't get tall like all other kids.

I had this particular bowl, she was round and curvy my siblings used to call her 'efelé ebuka' I would start with her, straight from the inside no wetting just straight to business.

Usually, the remains from the previous night; all round her will be stuck and since I don't like to make her wet, I'll just spoon her until all the remains from the night previous, would wear off. With her, I love it mechanical and unintelligent.

I had this other, My Goodness! She was a pot, big inside, she was too much for me I'll take her slow, on that same kitchen floor. in fact, I used to set her apart and attend to others first and even when my strength had departed me from the long hours I spend with others, I mysteriously get the strength for her even after.

I do her and others almost everyday and I miss them, the kitchen and most especially the floor is my get away location.

I'm a nice guy, I'm well domesticated, I'm a home grown lad and above all I'm a husband material.

Try the kitchen it's a different place.

~Yours truly Ebuka Ikeorah.