Martin Beck Nworah Sunday, April 09, 2017 3
While cooking my sweet Jollof rice and fish this morning, I scrolled through my timeline to pass time in the kitchen. I saw plenty pictures of my guy's girlfriend. You know those pictures that look like wetin dem dey call am sef...errm...errm...ya, bridal shower something...gbam. without a second thought, I grim grim my guy on phone to congratulate him on his wedding coming up. "Bia Beck, don't joke with me. Whose wedding? So Martin you have not stopped cooking rice with weed abi?"
I had to return back to the lady's post. Only then did I realize it was her birthday. Nawaooooo. Since when una begin do asoebi for birthday? This is how somebody will think you are getting married and just block you on Facebook so he won't be heartbroken. You make hair, buy birthday asoebi, buy wedding asoebi, and even buy asoebi for the real bridal shower. Why una dey complicate life in this hard economy? Asoebi for birthday? And you will line up like six or seven of your girlfriends. And if any of your girlfriends doesn't pay for it, then beef and kpomo haff start.
Anyway, let me go back to the kitchen. If you're my female friend and you engage in birthday asoebi, I am dropping points for you. Meanwhile, this cold weather on a Sunday is doing me one thing one thing. If it remains like this after cooking, then I will send out an invitation for a rescue mission.
Till we get to the Promised Land, I shall be waiting for when you will pass me a glass of water and thank God for the gift of grace for the race.