Struggle with Mosquitoes
Hungry and tired after a day of reading at school, I found comfort in the kitchen. There, I decided to cook up a simple yet sweet meal—yam mixed with ripe plantain. As the delightful aroma filled the air, I noticed unexpected enemies; mosquitoes.
With my roommate peacefully asleep, I wondered if these tiny enemies had a personal beef against me. I struggled between cooking and slapping, turning my kitchen into a battlefield. If they are not giving up, neither am I, this food will go into my stomach tonight.
Most of my neighbors were asleep, probably I and three more people kept disturbing the area with music, talks and the likes. I did not take my eyes off that pot, my last hope was there for the night. If I don't eat, hunger will make a mess of me, fortunately, the food was almost getting ready for consumption.
The goodness of yam and plantain finally landed in my plate. Taking each bite, I thought about the mosquito mystery. Were they truly my enemies, or was it just a consequence of my midnight cooking? Regardless, I went ahead to satisfy my hunger, assured that tomorrow will be a better day.
With my roommate peacefully asleep, I wondered if these tiny enemies had a personal beef against me. I struggled between cooking and slapping, turning my kitchen into a battlefield. If they are not giving up, neither am I, this food will go into my stomach tonight.
Most of my neighbors were asleep, probably I and three more people kept disturbing the area with music, talks and the likes. I did not take my eyes off that pot, my last hope was there for the night. If I don't eat, hunger will make a mess of me, fortunately, the food was almost getting ready for consumption.
The goodness of yam and plantain finally landed in my plate. Taking each bite, I thought about the mosquito mystery. Were they truly my enemies, or was it just a consequence of my midnight cooking? Regardless, I went ahead to satisfy my hunger, assured that tomorrow will be a better day.
