Gasless Sunday Morning
Saturdays are usually tough for me because I usually have a lot of work to attend to but that particular Saturday, I decided to have it in a different and better way by cooking a fresh soup so I could eat as I like and also save the stress of cooking the following day, a Sunda, which is usually chopped off by church activities. That Saturday, I prepared "Egusi soup"(African soup) which requires good freezing or regular warming in order not to sour.
Sunday morning when I woke up to prepare for church, I reached out to the gas to warm the soup but I was greeted with the greatest disappointment from the kitchen, the gas had gotten exhausted.
*"Oooh God!"*Out of anger, I smashed my hand on the kitchen table carrying the cooker. I reached out to my phone to check the time, I saw 6:12am written boldly on it which meant I had just 28 minutes to get to church because I needed to be there on or before 6:30am.
I stood on the spot, with a little sweat taking over my face even though it was morning and the weather was cold, thinking whether to break my law to borrow gas from my neighbour or miss church to go and refill my cylinder to save the soup from sour.
After contemplating, and weighing the two options, I finally decided to go to my neighbours.
With just my short on, I walked out to the neighbour's door which is a kind of extension from my building, knocked at his door several times and he didn't answer. I was sure he was awake already because it was 6am already, my mind started to think far, borrowing possible assumptions on why he was not answering my knock on his door which was accompanied by my voice. As I was about to walk away, I heard the door make a noise and behold, it opened.
"Good morning bro, I thought you were not in as I didn't get a response to my knock on the door," I said with a pitiful voice.
"Don't mind me jareh, I was trying to wear my clothes fast before responding?" He said, with his right hand cleaning off the sleep on his eyes while he was standing at the half-opening by the door at the entrance.
"Please, my gas got exhausted this morning and I have a soup to warm before going to church otherwise it'll sour, could you lend me your gas cylinder"
"Heheheheh!" He laughed even before I finished my sentence.
"What's that?"
"My gas got exhausted last night while I was cooking. I just had to manage the food and hoping to go and fill it this morning since I don't go to church"
His words pierced through my mind and were so hurtful because I had hope already.
"Okay, let me go prepare for church jor!" I ran off to my room as I said that in a loud voice.
At that moment, I didn't have any reason to cater for the soup because it was obvious Murphy's Law was at play. I dressed up hurriedly and left for church and committed the soup to God to keep it unspoiled after all, I was going to church to serve Him.
Guess what happened? I return to meet the soup spoiled (sour) and it's clear that my prayers to God to keep my soup intact, didn't get to the first layer of heaven not to talk of reaching the angel's chamber. Lol
This is my entry to the #creativenonfiction prompt of the week.
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It was a funny situation, but unfortunately it couldn't be fulfilled. That sour soup had to wait a long time before it could be served.
A funny situation indeed.
After I came back, I tried to revive the food but it was long gone 😎
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Oh, I know what it's like to run out of gas. In Venezuela it happens to us very often! I try to have canned goods and foods like breads, cookies that can be the solution because they don't need fire. When you are in bad shape, even if you go to church and talk to god, nothing changes. hahaha. Greetings
Hahahah!
It's the last part for me😅
Actually, I don't take breakfast before going to church. I just needed to warm the food to avoid sour but it happened afterall
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Why does gas finish at very urgent hours? 😂
Sorry the soup spoilt.