Cooking on a weekend

From a distance, I watched with curiosity as she arranged her cooking utensils, her face beaming with a jaunty smile.

My confusion grew as I wondered what she could be preparing that brought her so much joy. I speculated that perhaps she was cooking for her boyfriend, I couldn't tell but to look from the upper floor hoping to see.
Then, in an instant, she ignited her gas stove, and the flames dancing from the cylinder hinted at the excitement her guest must be feeling, anticipating a taste of this delicious delicacy.

To my surprise, it turned out she was preparing yam porridge with green vegetables seasoned on top. I observed from afar as she skillfully peeled and sliced the yam, her knife moving with carefulness in every move

I briefly lost sight of her as I got distracted, but the aroma of the cooking food soon reached me, leaving no doubt that an expert chef was in control.
When the food was finally ready, she placed the pot on a flat surface, prepared to serve her guest. It made me ponder, "Do we still have such hospitable ladies in Nigeria?"

Just as she had carefully laid out her cooking tools, she carefully put them away. I could only imagine the rest of the story, but I was sure her guest was well taken care of, and their weekend was undoubtedly a fulfilling one.
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