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Sifia pains!!

Never disobey the promptings of the Holy Spirit. I repeat, never! 😭

You might say; Mimi has come again​ o, what happened this time? 🙄

It was macaroni ní ọ😭... MACARONI!!

You will not blame me, Biko, what happened was that I got home last night and my mum was like "there's food for you in the pot", but I still wanted to chill for my big sis to come back from work, so I didn't serve the food yet.

When she (my big sis) got back, I hurriedly ran to the kitchen to dish my meal, just so she won't have any cause to cheat me.

Now as I was serving it, I heard within; "won't you put the stew on your food?"

Me: Stew?🤔 There's no stew na and mummy couldn't have cooked stew today, she was too busy.

I heard the prompting again but I was in a haste, so I just ignored it and ran out of the kitchen.

I had then started eating my food and I was more than halfway gone when my sis walked into my room and was like "why didn't you put the stew on your food? It would have been sweeter and more enticing".

Me: Is there stew?😱
Her: Yes na, on the working surface, in a white bowl with a red cover.

Me: 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 (rolling on the floor in sifia emotional pains)

Now at this point, I was so pained I didn't have a feel of my mum's stew knowing fully well that it was certainly never going to see the light of the day😭.

This is my story, this is my song. 😖

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