
A friend of mine told me to divorce my husband. She came to visit me one day. I was sitting on the couch, feeding my nine-month-old baby. My husband was in the kitchen, making a plantain sauce for our lunch.
My friend heard the sounds from the kitchen and her face changed. She looked angry.“What is your husband doing in the kitchen?” she asked me.I looked at her, surprised by her question. “Of course, he is cooking,” I replied. To read more Click here.