Men Should Cook Too

Good morning to all the brothers who know how to slay in the kitchen! I’ve always been an excellent cook. Proudly! Mum taught me well and I grabbed. Market trips is nothing new; I’ve been doing that since I was a boy. It’s the reason why I can’t be cheated by traders; I’ve learnt the…

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Good morning to all the brothers who know how to slay in the kitchen!

I’ve always been an excellent cook. Proudly! Mum taught me well and I grabbed. Market trips is nothing new; I’ve been doing that since I was a boy. It’s the reason why I can’t be cheated by traders; I’ve learnt the art of haggling over the prices of okporoko, ugu, ogbono, and anything else you can think of.

When it comes to cooking – native, intercontinental, just name it – I’m the baddest chef every liveth. Let me brag about this one biko, I’ve earned bragging rights. Awkward as it may seem to be a proud Naija guy with awesome cooking skills, I felt this skill is needed for survival so I embraced it wholly. So far, it’s been the best decision ever.

Honestly, I don’t think there’s anything that stops a grown man from knowing how to cook, as cooking is not rocket science. Moreover, if you’re a voracious eater, why shouldn’t you be interested in knowing how the food you consume was prepared?

I want to urge every single lady out there: the worst thing you can do to yourself is marrying a clueless fellow who cannot tell salt from sugar, but knows how to open mouth like LAWMA truck to eat every minute. Forget beards & six-pack; a man who knows how to cook is an asset. It shows homeliness.

You’ll have yourself to blame when you suffer to go to market under the sun & rain and return home to slave away in the kitchen, only for oga to cross his legs and read newspapers.

That’s a terrible situation that you don’t deserve. He should be with you, cooking. Moreover, there’s nothing as sexy as standing at the kitchen doorway, watching your extremely charming man chop onions, tomatoes & vegetables for the family dinner. Picture it. Romantic, right? Don’t you want that life you see in Hollywood movies? Think about it. *wink*

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  1. Sapphire
    Can I be friends with you?

    This line blows me away… “I’ve learnt the art of haggling over the prices of okporoko, ugu, ogbono, and anything else you can think of.”

    I need a friend skilled in that art, as I am sure traders dance for joy when they see me around the corner (the girl who gives charity to market people because she won’t bother haggling).

  2. F
    Thank you! My aunt stated to me recently “I hope you know how to cook different delicacies so when you get married you can be taking care of your husband”. Well I actually do but so should he. Not every time slave in the kitchen for hours on end only to have some man basically gulp your food and not even say “That was great. Thanks love” Like damn!
  3. Soph
    Le boo is a god in the kitchen. This man can cook!!!! Just make sure the kitchen is spotless before he starts. Sometimes I thought he might just be better than me. Okay! He’s better than me,he won’t kuku see this so why not? A man that can cook is truly God sent and big ups to all men that cook and spoil their women silly with food.
  4. Cavey
    “Awkward as it may seem to be a proud Naija guy with awesome cooking skills”
    Nothing awkward about this fam. What’s awkward is when aunty says “boo, on your way home, could you help me buy ingredients for afang/egusi/whatever and don’t forget yellow pepper” and you say “ummm, shey its just that green leaf I’m buying bah?”
  5. Fayte
    Maduka…. Chukwu gozie gi. Ever since I entered my brother’s house, I’ve turned to a cook even with his wife there. I even had to start food plating….. So I can enjoy my new job. This is one year now. Currently the wife is not around and I’m slaving away. Three mature men, yet, no single help. Voracious eaters, come back by midnight and I’m making wheat or one heavy dinner or another. I will climb walk over and go to market and return with big bag. If I just beg the d youngest to help me blend crayfish, see face like sour egusi soup.I will just be praying in my heart, Lord, this struggle ends here. My husband won’t be like this. I once dated a guy who said “I don’t like eating food from freezer. I love freshly cooked”. Yet,he can’t boil water. I ran for my dear life. Lean on me no be press me die. Its not a crime to know and love cooking.

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