My favourite Night snacks
Hello night owls, I know some of you are asleep. As you're sleeping, one of you is scavenging through the night, putting things on so that whenever you are awake, you can have a chilly morning. I just want to lend my voice on the topic for the week. As interesting as it seems, I know that before now I didn't have a favourite snack; besides, I wasn't a fan of snacks. The only snack I fell in love with was crackers and biscuits, but as time went on, we fell out of love. Meanwhile, a decade ago, I encountered minimi chinchin and from that day, my life never remained the same.
Last Saturday night I almost died as a result of consuming too much of chinchin. How that happened is what I can't really understand. I read somewhere that to make someone dislike a thing, especially food, give that person food in abundance. When I read about this, I decided to apply it to myself. I got a full bowl of chinchin and devoured everything. After everything, the discomfort came. I had aches all over my jaw and my spine. It was a dreaded experience. With that, I was thinking that I will no longer crave chinchin. This was a false belief because after that, the cravings became even worse.
As a Nigerian, my cravings for chinchin began when minimi chinchin hit the market around 2012/2013, the first time I tasted this product, I practically fell in love with it. As simple as that might seem, it was really difficult for me to stay a day without eating chinchin; in the long run, it became an addiction. Worst still was the fact that my mother sells it in her shop so anytime I visit, I must get a sachet or two for myself.
Meanwhile, I was thinking that, whenever I am far away from it, I will probably reduce my addiction to it but nothing changed even after moving out of the house to another city. It became so serious that each time I sat out with friends, I had to eat chinchin. While others will be drinking I will be munching chin chin.
As it stands, you can deny me every other thing but not chin chin. Deny me food, drinks but not chinchin. In case we happen to meet on the street, do not bother to ask me what I'd like to eat, just get me a pack of chinchin.
