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Chapter 42 - SMALL TROUBLES, BIG LAUGHS:THE GHANA FILES

Chapter 10: When Dumsor Turned Me Into a Villager Chef

After giving Auntie Maggie the last grains of my salt (and half my patience), I realized I was dangerously hungry.

"Let me just cook something small, eat, and sleep." I told myself.

I checked the kitchen — nothing fancy.

Just some rice, two sad-looking tomatoes, and one onion that had seen better days.

"Perfect. Jollof attempt!"

I washed the rice like a professional, diced the tomatoes like Gordon Ramsay, and set my gas cooker with confidence.

The pot was heating nicely.

The aroma of the frying onions and tomatoes started rising — sweet enough to wake up ancestors.

I started dancing small in the kitchen, feeling proud.

Just as I was about to pour the rice inside — BAM!

Total darkness.

The fan stopped.

The fridge sighed and died.

The lights vanished.

Dumsor had struck without mercy.

I froze, the spoon in my hand mid-air.

"Ah, Ghana why??" I cried into the darkness.

I waited a few minutes, hoping the lights would blink and come back.

Nothing.

I waited 10 more minutes.

Still nothing.

Meanwhile, my sauce was still sitting on the now-dead cooker, looking sadder than me.

I had two options:

Starve to death like a romantic movie character. Or use the old coal pot sitting outside like a retired warrior.

Guess what I chose?

I, Samuel, full citizen of Ghana, gathered courage and went outside.

I found the dusty coal pot, cleaned it with a torn rag, and searched for charcoal like a village hunter.

After struggling for 15 minutes — using a piece of carton, blowing air until I nearly fainted — fire finally caught.

Neighbors were peeping at me over the wall, laughing secretly.

Small boys passing by shouted:

"Uncle charcoal man! Uncle village chef!"

But I didn't mind.

Man must eat.

Finally, with smoky eyes and ash all over my body, I sat there fanning my rice like a medieval villager.

When the food was finally ready, I didn't even wait to sit down.

I ate standing, tears of hunger mixing with smoke tears.

As I finished the last spoon, I said:

"Accra will not kill me. I will survive. Even if I have to become a charcoal seller!"

End of Chapter 10

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