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
