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Dear Lord, why did this woman come into the kitchen now?

I'm putting on a smile and nodding at intervals like a lizard

My mind has willed her to leave a million times but it seems this is one of  those times she wants to sit in the kitchen and gist.

I smile again and right  now, I'm sure she's wondering why i haven't said anything.

I make sounds and grunt to make her believe i'm involved in the conversation but in all honesty every word is going in one ear and leaving from the next.

I keep trying to maintain my composure but it's getting harder with every second.

So i turn to my maker and pray

'Baba God, please answer me this one time and i promise to be of every good behaviour henceforth. I'd not just be good but the best girl ever. Just send my Mum away from the kitchen'.

The heavens heard me and somehow, Mum decided to step out of the kitchen for a bit.

Ohhhhhhh goodness! The speed with which i emptied the stolen content of my mouth was faster than light. My mouth was burnt through and through by the hot piece of chicken i picked from the pot on fire, seconds before Mum walked in.

Why will there always be a 'caught' for me ? 😳😳😳

Everyone at home had done this at one point but in my turn all i have is a scald mouth to show  for my effort. And i begin to wonder, with this amount of pain, was it even worth it in the end?

Morals:  That everybody might be doing it, does not mean it's the right path for you.