I’m a foodie. I know it, my family knows it and my friends are learning to live with it. :d I like food, especially if it’s a snack, or what the Americans have aptly termed junk food. Once I don’t have to be actively involved in the preparation of a meal, you can assign me the role of levelling any height of food, and I’ll oblige willingly (did I hear someone say pari olodo?).
Well, I love food; can’t deny that, a healthy appetite is always cool for a man. And ladies have found my consuming abilities sexy and desirable =)) which brings me to the crux of this write up. See, as much as I like home made meals, I gotta say junk food trumps that: always.
There was this time I was craving puff-puff for weeks. It got so bad, I swear I may have dreamt about it. Okay scratch that, truth is for weeks, I was on the look out for puff-puff sellers and even had to walk long distances hoping to find a hawker, nada! Then one cool sunday afternoon after church, pips were still trooping out from the service when, I spied it.
The way I pushed and shoved, to get out of the procession, you would think I was on my way to claim a million or something bigger. Instead, right there, I screamed ‘puff-puff!’ The hawker was embarrassed, me, I just got those puff-puff balls and started tossing them in my mouth: right there. I was oblivious to the milling crowd around me, and they did well to avoid me. It was a perfect moment to satisfy a craving.
I remember in secondary school, just before senior WAEC, I was trying to score this transfer student I had a massive crush on. That afternoon, our final teacher had decided we weren’t worth his time and so did not show for his class. I turned entertainer and was doing my Basketmouth routine. I was so on point that day, that all the girls that sat in front of me couldn’t stop laughing. I had her pegged: the idea was to ask her then. Her friends would compel her and all would be well; and then, it happened.
Like the action score of a James Bond flick that creeps up on you silently, the aroma, frail, imperceptible wafted to my nose. My hairs tingled, I stopped talking for two seconds; that was all the mistake I needed to make. The aroma, grew stronger. I raised my nose and took a deep breath, inhaling the glorious smell as I allowed the rich aroma course through me. My next words lost my audience. ‘Who dey sell groundnut?’ I asked and they all gave me weird looks. Apparently, their perceptive faculties weren’t that refined, or so I thought.
Then I made the ultimate mistake. I poked my head out of the window and saw the hawker selling guguru and epa (popcorn and groundnut). To say I was tempted is a lie, once I saw, I jumped out the window and made my way to the woman. I was almost halfway to the hawker, when I heard her call. ‘Derin, where are you going?’ I did not bother to answer as I made my way to the woman, bought me a large mound, and went back to class. By the time I got back, my audience had dispersed. Years later, she confided that my compulsion to eat junk especially on the road was the turn off for her. How was I to know, egbami!
Anyways, that one is ancient history. I have matured, or so I’ve been lying to myself. Recently, I went to see my friend who I hadn’t seen in a while. Whilst lounging and gisting on his porch, we saw this cute girl living on his street. Since I was perpetually on his case to hook me up, he thought it might be a good time to introduce us. So, he calls out, ‘Florence, hey!’ She smiled and waved, he gestures for her to come and she complied.
Trust girls, it was as though he had given her a fore-warning that I would be there that day. The way she was sashaying and all, I was going mental. If eyeballs popped out of their sockets for real, like in animated movies, then, I probably would have lost my eyes that day. Long story short, I was hooked and there seemed to be nothing that could break the connection that was being forged between me and the girl… I was wrong.
It was at that very moment that this hawker decides to make a cameo, as my eyes were fixated on the girl approving of the merchandise, I caught a peripheral sight in the background. Kulikuli! I was back in primary school having fights with my brothers and friends over the really long ones. Needless to say, it took all of two seconds to see, and in that time I was already on my feet, hailing the woman to stop, so I could buy some.
My friend’s jaw dropped, like me I care abi? The girl hid behind my padi, not wanting to be publicly seen around me. And ignoramus me, bought enough kulikuli for the three of us to have a good time. Dude didn’t even bother introducing us, he just discharged the babe after a few minutes. The girl couldn’t even look me in the eye, I mean, for all my tushness, I had just ‘felled’ their hands… On top kulikuli.
Ebina jakujaku! No go try am where I de wiv dignitaries I wii kii u ni
U no knw say u dey inside d tori ni? Ask thyself, who bin call florence?
Hahahha Derin you so it can be this bad. Chai if you do †ђά̲̣̥† with me ehn with uncontrollable urges like †ђά̲̣̥† there is no saying tha kind of pankere †ђά̲̣̥† would be awaiting your errant nose and mouth. (˘̯˘ ) and trust me if you think your nose is sharp, welcome to †ђξ club of sharp noses oh. I will tie you with rope before you even dream of sprinting away
Hian! If I hear! U can’t oo. I’m so fast ma’m I’ll be gone b4 u get even know it :d
It will suprise you. But oga learn to control yourself na haba. What if you are getting married and a puff puff seller is passing outside just before †ђξ I DO’s ehnn u̶̲̥̅̊ don kill †ђξ woman be dat now. Ontop Junk. U̶̲̥̅̊ need hmmm….
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For all †ђξ foodmonger associations out there. Read and have a good laugh
Alajeranju
Will comment when these tears dry out.
Crazy!
Glad it achieved the desired result 🙂 thanks 4 stopping by. (Y)
I like it wen guys are demselves but ur own don too much Derin, haba!!! Na wa o! Lol
😦 not my fault na. All those kain experiences. Talk say e neva do u 2 sef.
Nuffin do u bro! Kukuli no b fud? Jus dt u go try waka near ur village b4 u go get hooked wt ur long throat. Lol…
Chai! Iyaf yhearrit leni mehn… I guess I need to change ba?
well! i think this is really cool bro…kip it up…plus woow! rolling
E se oo! :d
Lolzzz. Derin,did this actually happen for real???
A magician never tells his secret, else he’ll be an hungry man. Glad u like it.
Buahahaha Bush man!! Imagine!! Just pray you no jam sharwarma babe like me!! Truth be told, this read got me laughing my intestines out!!
Na lie, only suya u wee chow. anything more… OYO
You are just razz
haba na… U know u love me na :d
Mehn…derin am not proud to be ur name sake with dis ur addict ooo
Haba na Derin, we are 4gether oo. a lepo ni 😉
Pure african dude……L̳̿Ö̤̣̇☺ː̗̀(=)))ː̖́☺Ö̤̣̇L̳̿
No mind dem jare …. U just did what was cool wiv u … Careless what dey might think … Originality is ur only problem .MUMU ! …… Abeg no try dat if u meet dangote dota go dey form original guy o ..☺ . U go dey on ur own .glutton
Odet! 😦 na ur uncle u dey yab so ba? All’s well
gluttony…..”laughs”
Its 3am in d morning n i’m laughing my arse out. My neighbours must be wondering wats going on in dat crazy bois flat..
Love ur posts.
*bows*
Thanks sire. I should share the post again sef, make pips laugh some. Thank you for always stopping by to read.
Guy na wah 4 uuuuuu… So, av u finally grown past dis ur childhood penchant 4 junks nw??? Yeye dey smell
hehehe. Bros, no be here o. I’m trying, really. Those junk food love me ni o. sigh.