This evening, I went to my favorite hang-out spot in Wuse 2 to get roasted fish to romance my taste bud.
When I made my order, I told the lady that I wanted the fish to be very peppery. To be extra sure she understood me, I put special emphasis on the pepper. Yoruba style.
The lady politely told me she will relay my pepper preference to those in charge. She left.
When I got my fish, I frowned my face.
I had not even tasted the fish when I raised my nose like I will use the nose to mop the pepper off the fish.
I told the lady that the pepper is not enough.
I told her to get me more pepper. She tried to convince me about the special nature of their peppery pepper but I still insisted that I wanted more pepppppppeeeeeeeeeer.
With a “God will catch you today look” She brought the extra pepper. I said thank you with a smile and I mercilessly splashed the pepper all over the fish.
When I took the first bite, it was like I swallowed raw pepper raised to the power of my village people.
My head did gbauuuuuun gbauuuuuun like someone was using my ear drums for Duduke music video.
When I tried to talk to my friend, it was like someone mixed my voice with iron sponge and vim to clean the back of a stubborn pot.
If I will not lie to my big head, that pepper was a suicide mission. Kilode???
When I could no longer bear the torture, I paid for the fish…asked for a disposable plate, and went back to my house before I will start coughing pepper.
With one fake courage that I don’t know where I bought it from, I continued to devour the fish while shedding plenty tears from my nose and oesophagus.
As I was going out of the garden, the lady who served me the fish asked if I enjoyed the pepper. Sorry fish😂😂😂
I didn’t even answer. My mouth was on a forced vacation.
When I got home, I quickly removed my clothes and balanced on the floor with my two legs pointing to Jerusalem.
I tried to eat the fish. As I was chewing the fish, I was wondering who did me his strong thing. Someone must have diluted the Yoruba blood in me.
Everything in this life must not be about liquid metal or approached with Indaboski sense.