Mrs Tabane

Biokabelo shrugged, avoiding my eyes as he admitted, "Eish koko, I can't cook. I mean, I have never cooked in my life." The confession hung between us, underscored by the sterile gleam of the unused kitchen. I studied his uneasy posture, the way his fingers fidgeted near the clean countertops, and understood this was more than inexperience; it was a lifetime of privilege. "Ohh okay, I understand," I said softly, already mentally sorting through simple recipes. "I will teach you how to cook today." He nodded, a flicker of relief crossing his face as we gathered ingredients, the quiet hum of the refrigerator the only sound in the spacious room.