Thirteen

Immediately I got home, I went straight to the kitchen and found it piled high with plates. Plates on the counter, plates every where, on every single surface.

An empty Tuwo pot on the stove, the contents scraped out and another empty Amala pot on the other stove. I chuckle with a sad shake of my head, Abdul must have brought his friends home.

I go back to my room and take off the Abaya I wore to do the cooking at the studio and pull on a long tye and dye tee over black cargo shorts then I walk back to the kitchen.

The plates look even much more than I envisioned and I sigh, Abdul ehn. I carry the pot of tuwo to the sink and open the tap into it, taking plates and scraping off their contents into the dust bin.

Once done, I take out the tuwo pot and put in the Amala pot to soak too, all the while stacking the dirty plates and cups into the dishwasher.

By the time I'm done wiping d