A Peek Into Gorgeous Golding’s Mind™: It’s Just One

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By Gorgeous Golding™️

I was slicing okra at my kitchen sink, and a slice of it fell into the kitchen sink.

I looked at it and thought, “Hmm, maybe that was not supposed to be a part of my cooking,” so I ignored it.

Before I finished, another slice fell again, and I wanted to say the same thing I did with the first.

Then I said, no.

I can’t keep letting that thought take over. Besides, my sink is clean. I could just rinse it.

Then, immediately, my mind flashed back to an experience I had while growing up.

First of all, I grew up in a very typical Igbo family, and it kinda made growing up tough.

We could have a long broom, but our parents would insist we use the shorter broom as women, saying a woman should know how to bend down properly.

OMG.

We had a washing machine, but we were never allowed to use it because, as women, we should learn how to wash with our hands in case our husband cannot afford one. It wouldn’t be a problem.

Anyway, we still sneaked to use it when they were not at home.

Lol.

It was a must, and a standing tradition, that when our parents went to work, had been out all day, travelled, or even went to visit someone, we welcomed them with a cup of water.

When you forgot, on a good day, they’d remind you.

Other days, they’d scold you.

But you see the day either of our parents went to get the water themselves, you just knew you were in some kind of trouble, or had been marked as the badly behaved child of the moment who had refused to be useful to themselves and others.

So we always tried not to be too carried away by the moment, in order not to forget.

In fact, we said “welcome” first, then handed the cup of water over, and after drinking, we could then ask, “How was your day?”

Now, this was the experience I remembered.

There was a day I was sweeping our backyard, and I didn’t know my dad was watching me.

At a point, he called me to come with the broom.

He then told me a story about a young woman who swept, and each time she swept and a stick of broom fell, she would say, “It’s just one,” and ignore it.

It kept happening until one day, she realised she didn’t have a broom anymore.

Immediately he finished, I smiled because it made sense to me. That had happened to me a couple of times, and he knew because he had seen how wobbly my broom was.

He collected it, retied it, and gave it back to me.

So I told myself that if I kept allowing my okra slices to slip away for whatever reason best served me, I could end up with nothing.

So it was either I made the environment accommodating enough hygienically, which it was, or I handled the slicing carefully so it stopped falling off.

Whether the reasons were superstitious, religious, emotional, fate, or whatever else they were.

I thought it was about fate, but it could be avoided by me being more careful.

The first could fly as fate or a mistake, if that was what I wanted, and the second could be a coincidence.

But the third was probably out of carelessness.

That broom story could be relative to anything.

By the way, did I mention how beneficial okra is, especially to the female body system?

I have personally observed that it impacts greatly on ovulation and even sexual fluid.

Yes, I have been practising sexual purity in honour of God’s command and my love for Him since I gave my life to Christ.

I have said that over and over again, and I also remember saying that I’m not a virgin.

So, let’s treat the information with caution.

That’s not medical advice, however.

Just a personal observation and experience.

While I appreciate my parents for their grooming culture, because it has really helped us grow into capable and homely children, I have also grown into being very lazy about chores.

Even though I receive compliments from friends on some of the impacts, like my friend once told me that the way I fold clothes is therapeutic.

I have a very special way of folding clothes.

I usually received such compliments from exes, but that coming from just a friend made it stick because sometimes you could think the people who love you are sentimental.

But if I can afford it, I’d never do a single chore.

It’s just the truth.

I hope my little story did not bore you out.

Anyway, I hope you picked a thing or two from it.

Thank you so much again for always sticking around.

See you soon.

~ Gorgeous Golding™️

Purpose. Clarity. Influence.

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