I used to think I'm the toughest guy.
I think you haven't met my cousin.
One time, he went to a crossroad, and you know how people like to sacrifice to their gods there: 50 naira notes, boiled eggs, alligator pepper, red oil, snails, honey and akara.
He sat there and ate all the food. Pocketed the money. Belched, farted and went home.
I think that the village people realized that there was a 'bigger village' people in town, because after three or four similar incidents, they stopped sacrificing.
