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Cooking is not a gender role but a life skill!
Over the past 3 months I’ve had the opportunity to share the same house with different people who’re travelling in and out of the country. As a long-term Airbnb resident, I get the joy of interacting with different people and learning from their stories. Yay! 🙂
However, one of the observations I’ve made is how oftentimes male housemates struggle with food and nutrition.
There’s a Kenyan guy who depended on Festive bread and tea for every meal. And occasionally he’d buy pizza from Pizza Inn. FOR A WHOLE MONTH!!!
There’s also an African-American guy who actually asked me to help him make a cup of coffee. COFFEE!!!
There’s a Ugandan guy who always waited for his girlfriend to prepare his food so that he could eat. EVEN AT MIDNIGHT!!!
Friends, this is the danger of gender roles!
It robs a human being of their capacity to be self reliant. And one can’t surely depend on another for their own food and nutrition. It’s dangerous and anaemic.
However, not all of the guys have been like that.
My good friends, 2 Japanese guys, often used to cook really well and we’d even exchange recipes and ingredients. They even gifted me with a little coffee maker when they left. ❤
My new Kenyan-Tanzanian housemate who upon arrival dropped his bags and went to buy food. He’s staying with his son and is already preparing some food for both of them, along with a serving of good whisky.
And an Indian guy who was often in the kitchen, preparing meals for his wife and himself. His wife barely entered the kitchen for she was unwell. And I saw that he really loved preparing food for her. I’m sure his acts of intimacy rewarded him in the end 😉
Ladies, you know what I mean? When someone takes their time first. God bless such men, we need and value them!
So let’s kick out this nonsense of gender roles and see each other through the God-given lens of purpose roles. If you see the world that way, suddenly you see the magic of being human.
We can really do anything.
Oh, how heavy the load of our hope when we make it the responsibility of One.
Oh, how heavy the load of our dreams when we make them the responsibility of One.
Oh, how heavy the load of our deepest of trust when we make it the responsibility of One.
Oh, how heavy the load of our purest of love when we make it the responsibility of One.
One that isn’t ourselves.
One that isn’t God.
One that just can’t make us whole.
One that genuinely can’t be strong enough to carry it all, even if they truly care.
One who deceives us that All they’ve got it All.
All is not All.