Earlier today, I walked into a restaurant to eat.
I already told myself I wanted to eat vegetable soup, since it's almost like a norm that I eat afang soup anytime I visit this restaurant. I hadn't had vegetable soup in a long time.
Ofcourse, I have a plug. The woman cooks very well.
She has an almost-invisible way of dragging me to eat what I never intended to eat immediately I step foot in her restaurant.
This has happened countlessly.
I visit there with a preconceived choice of food and she ends up changing my mind if she doesn't have that, all in an attempt to NOT loose that little amount from me.
Today, I swear for am.
I shoved off whatever charm she's been using on me. Afterall, na my money.
The moment she told me she didn't have my order, I walked out. Against my usual yieldings to her seemingly unending teases.
I was really hungry. So I walked into a nearby restaurant - on a hunger quenching tour, and to try their meal for the first time.
There I was, seated patiently in this new spot waiting for my meal to be served. Ofcourse, I'd already made an order and luckily, they had vegetable soup.
I washed my hand in anticipation, ready to devour my meal.
Finally, my meal is served, and a welcome odour accompanies it.🥺
At first, I never thought it came from the beautifully prepared meal. I ignored the smell and went on to eat.
When the first ball of garri landed my taste buds, THE FOOD HAD SO BADLY SOUR for God knows how long, and yes, the stinking smell came from the food.
Unfortunately, I'd already swallowed it. 🥲
Ladies and gentlemen, I vomited the living day light out of me. The hunger ceased and I realized that even when I cannot cook well, I would've made my usual concoction in my house by myself.
There and then, the satanic voice that pompously pushed me out of my usual eating spot because she didn't have my order whispered "Shey you dey whine me niiiiiii" 🥺🥺
And, may I announce to you that I PAID FOR THE FOOD because I already swallowed a ball.
I'm not crying. No I'm not.
