Why Jumia closing its food delivery service is one of the saddest things

Jumia closing its food delivery service by the end of the month is one of the saddest things I’ve heard in a while. (The “women belong in the kitchen ” squad can stop reading from here…)

I have always hated cooking. The signs were all around me from childhood but I was just living in denial and fear of the African mother, as well as fear of  missing out on a husband as the patriarchal society made us believe cooking is the biggest way to a man’s heart (double LOL)

See when the kids in my neighborhood would play Mummy and Daddy, we had three squads;

1. Mummy and daddy

2. Children 

3. The teacher at school to whom Children were dropped so that Mummy and daddy would commit naive sins.

I often found myself as a teacher. Not because I was a smart kid but because I hated cutting empty tins to work as saucepans and found the whole idea of fetching small small water from the kitchen sink too tedious.

Even when my lovely mother bought me these plastic kitchen toys that came in a bag in an attempt to wring out the girl in me,  I still found pretending to cook plastic chicken and hosting tea parties with plastic biscuits too draining.

Surely by the time I never ever even wanted to participate as Mummy because the thought of taking care of children and pretending to wash their uniforms scared me, they should’ve known.

The people around me should’ve known by then that Agenorwot Mercy would grow up to heavily rely on Jumia for her mundane existence.

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