The Diary Game: A Chef's Life—Cutting My Finger While Cooking And Visiting The Village(11-12-2025

My mom informed me about her plans for us to visit the village, I wasn't excited on hearing the news because I felt it was quite early to travel down to the village when we still have about twelve for days to Christmas. Little did I know that we were not going for Christmas getaway but to source for palm fruit and process palm oil. I got myself ready for the trip and also made a quick breakfast of spaghetti which we ate before we took our leave. While making the meal, I cut my finger with knife and rushed outside to use the rag on the rope to clean the blood.

^{outside to clean my finger with the rag on the rope}

I told my mom that it was a sign for me to stay back from the village trip but she still insisted I joined her. I had my breakfast and proceeded to load our bags with the clothes we'll use during our stay in the village and then set out to the park with my mom. I tried taking pictures in the park but my phone successfully disgraced me as the flashlight was on and it gave signal that I took a picture and the lady who was captured got upset and asked that I delete it out, I only thank God she didn't creat me a scene. That made me put my phone in my bag and suspend pictures for the mean time.

^breakfast

We got to my mom's house and I ran to my grandma to embrace her, I've missed her alot. I then entered the backyard to check for fruits knowing very well that I may stumble on one as my grandma don't really give attention to the fruits. I saw two paw paw that were over riped and spoilt and wished I came earlier, maybe some days back I would've met the paw paw in a good condition.

^{over riped and spoilt paw paw}

Since I got my certificate as a Chef, my mom has not allowed me to rest. She saw a bowl of palm fruit in Grandma's kitchen and asked me to prepare Banga stew with it as that will serve as our dinner. I desperately needed some rest as I was already exhausted from the trip and I was also going through series of pains from the finger I cut while making breakfast in the morning. I sat on the bench in the backyard and wished I was the last born in my family and not the first, because this first position comes with lots of responsibilities.

^{bowl of palm fruit}

^{regretting my life as a first born}

Grandma was the only one who understood my plight and offered to help me prepare the meal and I in turned joined her in making it. I told her of my school experience and she prayed for me with a decree that I will come out with good grades. I shouted Amen till I almost lost my voice, the meal was ready and I took my bath before eating and logged in Steemit to make my diary before I can say goodnight. That's all for today, thanks for riding with me.

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