I really did not want to go out to eat, the mood was foul because Rotimi had just broken the camel’s back. I can’t narrate what happened to anyone, but if you look into my eyes, you would see. You would see not just what happened, but tales of a thousand nights.
Back to my story! I walked quietly through the very long distance to famed restaurant. I wanted to eat efo and amala. That was because I had barely had any of that while away at school. The queue was long, undeterred I was. I paid for the overpriced food whilst regretting my decision not to drive to “white house” on the mainland. Oh well, man must chop.
I sat down quietly, trying to figure out why I had fixed my nails whilst judging the man sitting on the next table who had ordered a mountain of rice, spaghetti, fish, asun,snails and salad.
Quietly I sat when a fine-bobo with no pimple came to say “I think I’ve seen you before”.