Men in the kitchen

Hello everyone!

In the little years I have spent on this planet, I have come to notice that there are things we are very good at. Maybe we grew up with them, or along the way, we just developed an affection for them, and even when adulthood comes, it is almost impossible to completely leave such things behind. We have many instances, like football, music (singing, playing instruments), food (kitchen work), and others.

Using myself as an example, I grew up learning how to use the kitchen at a very young age due to village life, where food items were abundant. Most times, if you were lazy to cook, then your stomach would be lazy to eat. Being used to the kitchen has helped me a lot, especially with regard to saving money from buying expensive food in eateries as a regular eating habit. Even till now, I still cook my own food, and it does not take me much time or take anything away from me. Oh yes, I am a bachelor. With the way I am living, even when I get married, I will still be used to the kitchen, although my involvement will likely reduce.

Why am I seeing it that way? Sometimes, I like to eat exactly what I want, and I know that my wife will not always be available to cook what I want. It may be that she does not know how to cook it, or if she does, she may not prepare it to the standard I desire. I am not saying I cannot be pleased—of course, I can—but there are times I just crave a particular taste, maybe the type we used to have in the village, and only I can cook it to my satisfaction.

Apart from preparing my special meals, kitchen work has never been a big deal for me. I am going to help out a lot in the kitchen whenever I am free, and it will not make me feel less of a man. I have seen situations and homes where people speak against a man doing kitchen work once in a while, and it makes me wonder a lot.
It is actually fun helping out in the kitchen with your wife—a wife with whom you share a bond. It is another dimension of love and makes her feel that you are there for her.

Even at this stage in my life, whenever we travel home for festive periods, I banter with my sisters once in a while to leave the kitchen for me because I just want to cook. Although the banter is not always nice because they usually take offense even while laughing, that is the bond, and that is the love.

There is nothing wrong with a man helping his wife in the kitchen. It is just that we have succeeded in making it seem like an abominable act in this part of the world. A president of a nation can willingly help his wife in the kitchen, and there is nothing wrong with that. But here in Africa, you cannot even see the wife of a president (First Lady) cooking, let alone her husband helping out. Lol.

Thanks for reading.

This is my entry to Hiveghana prompt

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