The day my husband discovered the real cost of 'I will help you in the kitchen'

My husband came home last week and said, 'Let me help you in the kitchen today.' I nearly fell off my chair. I thought, Masha Allah, is this the same man who cannot locate the rice without GPS?

He said he wanted to make his mother's special stew. I handed him the pot and sat down to watch. Within 10 minutes, he had used half the vegetable oil in the house, burnt the first batch of tomatoes, and called me three times to ask where the salt is. The stew ended up tasting like pepper soup mixed with regret.

The funny thing is, he was so proud. He kept saying, 'See, I can do it.' And I am just calculating how much money we lost in that one cooking session. From where I sit in Abuja, some things are better left to the professionals. Wallahi, if your husband offers to 'help' in the kitchen, just smile and say you are fasting.