OreGod

My first cooking experience; shocking discovery. "A journey of a thousand miles begins with one step." Today's master was once yesterday's servant. I've always thought that cooking is something a girl will eventually grow to know how to do, so I didn't really know much about it. All I know is that whenever my mum enters the kitchen she comes out with something edible and mouth watering. I thought, "When I become a big woman, I'll know how to cook like my mum." One fateful day, my mum wanted to prepare a lunch of rice and stew for the family. Since stew is always available in the kitchen, all she had to do is to prepare rice.  As usual, I didn't deem it fit to be in the kitchen so I was busy with my school books in the room. My mum appeared in my room suddenly and asked me to go to the kitchen to complete cooking the rice she already rinsed. "Just like that!" I said in my mind. The highest thing I've ever done in the kitchen was ...

 Unbelievable! Oh! No this can’t be true, Wake me up, pinch me,  Just pour a bucket of water on me, I must be dreaming. Can someone jolt me back to reality? The environment seemed eerie, Probably his spirit hovers around, I couldn’t help but imagine him on his death bed, Fighting for life against death, “You can’t do this yunno, People will be devastated at my demise” I imagined him explaining to death, But death didn’t listen, It smirked and stroke, Ceased his breathe, Shut his eyes, Leave his body motionless and cold, Then the doctor announced him dead. Death has taken its toll. Only if death knew, The gloomy effects of what it had cause, Forever broken hearts, Continuous heavy sighs, Exposure to adversities, Constant in-laws brouhaha, The list is endless. Just only if it knew. There was no signal, Not even a parting word, No final time together, No last prayers. It came as a thief in the night, To steal his life, Cut him away from loved ones, Rob him of responsibilities and...