The Bag of Rice That Started World War Three in My House

My husband carry one bag of rice come house last week. Fifty kilo. He drop am for parlour and say make I cook jollof. I look am. I look the bag. I say who send u message? He say nobody, he just want enjoy. Wallahi I know this man for twelve years. He no dey buy rice on a Thursday for no reason.

I open the bag. Inside, under the rice, one small nylon bag with fresh tomatoes and pepper. And one receipt from Shoprite with a phone number written at the back. I no talk. I just start to cook. I put the rice. I put the tomatoes. I put plenty pepper. Plenty. He eat small and start to sweat. He say Amina this jollof is too hot. I say is it not what u wanted? Enjoyment.

He never explain the receipt. I never ask. The rice is still in the kitchen. Every time he pass, he look the bag and look me. We both know say that bag is talking. But nobody want to hear wetin e dey talk.