I, Kane, made a pot of Egusi soup!
“Wetin dey there?” You ask.
“How is that special?”
“Egusi wey be beginners’ circle soup?”
Oh?! So you can cook Egusi with your eyes closed, eh-kwa?!
Egusi soup, to most people, is probably the easiest soup to prepare. However, 3-4 months ago, it was an impossible task for me!
How?! You ask again.
I no sabi cook! #shikena
Less than a year ago, I Googled how to prepare a pot of spaghetti. Like that was not bad enough, I googled how to boil eggs.
I can almost see the disbelief in your faces.
‘Just put egg inside pot and boil it, how can that be hard?’ Is what you are probably thinking.
I thought the same too. I dropped four eggs in a pot of boiling water and 5 minutes later, I brought them down, expecting my eggs to be hard boiled.
They were not! Not even a little!!!
It was a very embarrassing moment in my life because I had company with me and they could not stop laughing!
“Who doesn’t know how to boil egg?” They asked.
Well, at the time, I was hopelessly useless in the kitchen.
“Did you not watch your mother cook when you were young?” They queried when they realized how hopeless my condition was.
I only had these words as a reply; the words my father drilled into me till it became a mantra at some point:
The kitchen is a woman’s sanctuary. A man has no place in there
It’s funny how unfunny this is because I love good food and I can’t think of anyone who judges a woman’s cooking worse than me!
Imagine the irony of a man who grew up around 7-8 women and loves sweet, delicious morsels on his plate, yet doesn’t have the slightest idea as to how to boil eggs.
Needless to say, I have come a long way since then. I refused to be the butt of anymore jokes. I googled recipes and peppered my mother with questions till I figured out how to do it right.
So I’ll say it again:
I, Kane, made a pot of Egusi soup!
Yes… That’s the reaction you should be having.
Thank you… You’re far too kind!
It was not easy. I will admit that my early attempts were nothing short of catastrophic! Oil floating independent of the soup water and the lumpy Egusi settled at the bottom of the pot like over-soaked garri.
Time and persistence led to the point where I can actually impress myself with my own cooking. I am unusually proud of my pot of Egusi soup because I love what I taste. If I love it, most would. Hell! I’ll go an extra step and say I cook better than most over-priced restaurant chefs sef! (Abeg lemme let me brag!!! It’s not easy)
This last pot got me thinking; if only I can impress myself like this in every other aspect of my life, wouldn’t that make me the most awesome person alive?
If every time I set out to complete a task or achieve a goal, I do not restrict myself to the barest minimum or what I find acceptable but I begin with the goal that I am going to impress myself.
The level I stopped the last time, I will top it.
The pitfalls that pulled me down before, I will sail over them.
If everyday I wake up with a mind to be better than yesterday. Everyday with the belief that I will be stronger and wiser than I was the day before…
What kind of man would I be in a year?
The Australopithecus Africanus (the monkey looking early man) saw his weaknesses and tried to work his way around them, everyday with the goal to overcome them. Over time he evolved and became something beyond ordinary and his descendants rule a planet where he was once prey!
I’m thinking I am on to something here.
Maybe I’m slow-minded and you already figured this out, but it’s in my head already so I’m going to say it.
If I set a realistically high bar for myself and set out with the intention to impress myself, how satisfied would I feel if and when I achieve my goals?
I believe that anyone who truly sets out to outdo himself will achieve greatness. If you think I’m kidding, come taste my pot of Egusi!!!
I don’t know about you, but I will achieve greatness; not pursuing some far off goal, but by resolving ardently to be better than I was yesterday.
From this point forth, I will begin each day with my new mantra:
KANE… IMPRESS ME!!!