i watched with hunger and
grief as my guy added the
ingrediets into the pot of
beans.,.,, The kind hunger wey
dey gbam me fit make me
vote for donald trump….
I was fighting a battle with my
consciousness as to how i will
talk with this bros to help me
with the food….
One voice was saying steal it
and go while one was saying
seek permission…What will
jesus do in this situation ?
But ogbeni forget jare, the
hunger wey dey gbab person
now no dey during jesus era….
I was still unsure about what to
do untill i saw this guy adding
crayfish… Person wey dey add
crayfish to beans this kind
periods go surely gallant
small.. God forgive me
please….
I looked around left and right
….and took a step of faith,
slightly removed the lid and
tasted the food and oh my
God……..it tasted so good…
Or na the hunger make the
food sweet for my mouth..
I was still taking the 2nd taste
when i heard voices in the
house conversing about the
food…
“ope, d beans don done ?
No, adio, e remain small ?
Tor, you sabi say na me, you,
tolu, tola and jude dey chop
am,. Make e no burn oo..
You don forget say duke and
ahmed sef go chop, i go go
check am now sha
..
Shior….
And here i was ,with a pot of
beans that would hardly satisfy
me on a normal day and about
8 people are conversing on
eating it…
My initial plan was dropping
the pot from fire and eating
enough to fill me up and leave
the rest for them but my plan
had to change after i heard
someone saying…. The beans
suppose to done….
I noticed a black nylon on the
floor and fia ,,,,,,,
I WAS GONE.
To Be Continued…
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