SOMETHING MISSING

Hunger: an elementary stock of painful feelings inside your tummy, which is capable of making one so disturbed and can start irrational behaviours in a short while. That was the state I was when I was driving into town. The Gtbank at Lokoja had swallowed my ATM card which was another problem altogether. We couldn't risk using my uncle's card anywhere else from the city. A little traffic at the check point at Abaji and straight I was in the city of Abuja. I called my fiancée to prepare something for Uncle Richard and I and I've planned the sleep would be very wonderful after I wash up the stress from the journey. 

My music box has always been my phone. I download and play them immediately. I have always loved music. Thus this day my phone was connected to my car stereo. Any call that comes in was on speaker, to help me with driving and receiving a call. Twenty minutes after I told my fiancée we were coming home to eat she returned a call.

I knew she was looking forward to my presence with her at home. I picked and spoke to her through the car speaker and the following was what she said

Fiancée: baby I'm making that kind of special noodles you used to make but I know I'm missing something. I've added curry and maggi. I blended the green pepper with crayfish before adding it and a little onion to spice it up. I sprinkled a little bit of salt to taste and drop of milk to garnish the fluffiness. Two tea spoons of baking powder and Ugwu leaves have been added also. I tried to check the last recipe from Google but network is poor. Baby please what's still missing …………….

I looked at my uncle and