OJUKOKORO ROMANCE
Ever wondered why someone else’s meal tastes better than yours or looks more enticing than yours? It could be an Ojukokoro (longer throat) or love language…
One fine Saturday morning, I got a call from my best friend to come meet up with her at Big Taste, a restaurant somewhere in Auchi, for breakfast. I had just woken up at the place I had passed the night, so I hurriedly got dressed and went to meet her.
Once I touched down at the place, I called her and she gave me directions to come upstairs and meet her. To my utmost surprise, her boyfriend was there also. Well, I thought, it couldn’t be so bad to stay out with them for a bit. I wasn’t really a fan of her boyfriend and I was so sure, he didn’t like me around her that much but I kept wondering what I was doing there.
We exchanged pleasantries, I was still quite uncomfortable but I was managing the situation. They got all lovey-dovey for a while. He eventually asked what we wanted to eat and went to order the food.
My friend and I were able to talk. You know how the women folk love conversations and gists about nights with a lover or fling. We talked about my previous night shenanigans with one of such flings before her boyfriend came back to being lovey-dovey and cuddly but we still managed to make little conversations.
When the food arrived, I was served fried turkey with a plate of fried rice and salad whilst her boyfriend was served turkey and porridge yam and she got fried eggs and yam, based on everyone’s order.
While we were eating, she took a spoonful of his porridge yam and ate it. I just watched in awe cause I know how she loves to do that with my food too and truly, it was her thing, her own love language. He was pissed. This boy was not having it.
He actually rebuked her instantly to my surprise. "I nor ask you wetin you won chop before I go place the order? Why you con dey collect from my own?" (Didn’t I ask you what you would like to eat before placing the order? Why are you now taking a spoonful from my own?).
We ate our food in silence from there on out. After eating, he went to pay for what we ate. She couldn’t finish her yam, she told me she didn’t really like it and the yam was cut in big round sizes. I took a bite from it and it tasted ok but she thought it was too sugary.
I left before them as was going to the house before her and they were going back to his place.
On my way home, I tried to understand why he reacted like that but I remembered what she said he had once told her, almost something like this had happened back then too and he ended up not eating the food again. And I wondered how she’d forgotten and tried the same thing that Saturday.
Back then, I wasn’t dating anyone, but was he right to have done that? Or was this just an Ojukokoro Romance?
