HALF IS BETTER THAN LESS I woke up in a bad mood. Not sure why. Weather is hot, too hot, Power holding still holding theirs. Laundry basket almost too full. Checked my wallet....only a few notes and not even of the right colour. Couldnt find anything I wanted to wear pressed already. Jeans and a will do shirt was the choice. The shirt, long sleeved with a high collar no less. Worn slippers and sandals a lot recently so my feet have grown wild they didnt appreciate being squeezed into flats...spell pain later. You see all these things didnt really offend me, after all I woke up in a bad mood what I could not take was the fact that I had only half piece of YAM in my kitchen! Only half!!! What kind of wickedness is this?! I searched every where there was plenty rice, plenty beans, plenty garri, plenty semovita, spaghetti, noodles, oats, flakes, tea, plenty nonsense but only half yam. Half Gbongu yam. To fry some or not to fry was my dilemma. I wanted fried yam for breakfast but I wasnt sure my mind could stomach returning home to a quarter piece of yam later. I dont know how much my mind can take so I went out hungry still pondering on how I managed to have only half a tuber of yam left but I am thankful. It could have been just a quarter now.
Posted on: Thu, 20 Mar 2014 09:38:35 +0000
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