This is a short story about how much a Nigerian student and her plans has suffered in the hands of ASUU AND FG. Come to her rescue and the rescue of other millions of students who have disrupted plans and contorted vision of education. They have ended up seeing education as a sham and scam. The rapid increase of crime and violence is alarming!
Written by Ogunfalu Comfort; an author and a psychologist who has her focus on the mental or psychological implications of even the mundane things we do. She is a podcaster who has broadcasted my shows on mental health, interpersonal skills and lifestyle. Her book club has also helped with reading habits as she consults on writing, reading and doing something meaningful. Aside from this, she is also a personal development coach.
LET ME TELL YOU A STORY OF HOW MY FRAGRANCE OF GOALS AND PLANS TURN TO FIRE!
Backtrack to the beginning…
One of #Dunsin Oyekan’s popular song began to blast from the speaker connected to the home theater system in the living room whilst I peel the ripe sweet-smelling plantains into the bowl in front of me on the kitchen counter. I wiggled my hips, belting the lyrics along with the artiste like I know the song by heart.
My kitchen is not one of the state-of-art kinds of kitchen you see on televisions or in advert but it is modest and decent for a young student like me. I have kept the walls decent with floral wallpapers because of flames which could easily create unaesthetic design on the wall and God knows I hate cleaning as much as I hate cooking.
The song on the playlist faded into a new song and I started singing with it as I swiped the skins of the peeled plantains off the counter into the bin beside the counter and dragged the bowl closer as I began to cut the plantains into flat uneven slices. Like I said, I don’t like cooking, there are but few things in the world that can drag my attention to the kitchen and FRIED PLANTAIN WITH FRIED EGGS is one! No wonder ever since I found my passion for kitchen because of this delicacy, it has not only draw my attention to the kitchen but the other way. It has brought forward the attention of hidden fats in my body to the surface and exclusive number out of the men’s population to my round curves. No sharp edges at all. I better not stop eating this!
The current song got to that part I love, bobbing my head like someone in a concert, I started putting the slices of plantain into the medium heated oil since I like my plantains golden brown and neither like it went through the fiery furnace the three Hebrew men were threw nor like it just came out of a deep freezer. Again, the solo of the song, “Fragrance To Fire” by Dunsin Oyekan went from solo to the chorus where I can loose the beautiful strings of musical chords in my throat.
Having put slices into the oil to fill the space it could allow in the pan I’m using, I nearly toppled down the rest of the plantain slices in the bowl on the counter as I raised my hands, head and voice up as if I was in a crusade. My picture could have made a meme that year if I had someone to take the moment in a snapshot. I didn’t stop there, not only did I raise my head but I had my eyes shut because I defiantly did not want to miss the Holy Spirit impartation from the song while in my kitchen in a booty short and a camisole.
You can’t blame me If you have listened to Dunsin’s song very well or you are a fan, you will know that he repeats choruses and bridges multiple times and there is that energy in his voice that tempt you and eventually win you to join him in singing the song like you are there with him. So, that’s how my fragrance started and I am not talking about the song. MY DAMN PLANTAINS WERE SINGING ALONG WITH ME. I was too deep in the song spirit to smell my own fragrance-the one I deserved not the one I was sending to Abba Father through the worship song!
To cut the long story short, my fragrance of sweet-smelling plantains turned to fire and not only that it has long release the fragrance of the both the burnt offering I was to received and the one I was sending heavenward but I had ignored it o. By the time the climax of the song resolved and I looked down, lo and behold! A firerised pan of plantains I couldn’t even recognized welcomed my sight and the kitchen has darkened due to the heavy cloud of firerized fragrance. How?!
I started coughing as I inhaled the smoke, in a moment the smoke got to my cerebral cortex and I jumped a feet into the air before I used the other hand that is not covering my mouth and nose to trace for the switch of the gas cooker. I opened the vent to let the firerized fragrance out and let blessed fresh air into the smoked kitchen. I have never wished for fresh air in my life as I did for the moment I got swallowed in the smoke.
After about two hours trying to dissipate the smoke, my phone pinged and I picked it up from the counter edge, a wonder on how I had not hit it off the counter while my hand had turned up the knob of the controller of my burner up a notch. Damned burner controller!
I left the kitchen with grime and red-rimmed watered eyes and a heaving chest as if I had ran marathon. On getting to the living, I sat on the couch and turn my phone on as the screen lit up, displaying series of notifications on the lock screen, I swiped off the mundane and trivia notifications from my network providers, my bank and other ads from Gmail, I stopped dead on a whatsapp notification that read; O TUN TI ZEH O, HAPPUN???
My gist-loving self instinctually unlocked the phone, made a beeline to my class group on whatsapp for the full gist. As I click on the group, I was assaulted by the headline that drew my attention with more to it and I let out a; “Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee”
First it was fragrance, then it turn to fire,…
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It’s both funny and relatable. I enjoyed every bit of it.
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