Easu's porridge

This definitely wasn't business as usual.

The air was saturated completely with the strong aroma of the stew.

I could only imagine how pleasing to the eyes and delicious the stew must be and i was practically salivating and drooling in my room.

I was deeply asleep when the first wave of the finest aroma assaulted my nose.

I tried ignoring it, tuned my tv off and on severally, even my favourite music wasn't doing it.

I flew off from my bed as the aroma defied all senses and distractions.

I was practically cooking the meal with my neighbour, from the boiling of the chicken, to the frying and the subsequent stew making.

The crazy delicious aroma woke me up and i decided to investigate.

Following the aroma's lead, i ended up in CYNTHIA's flat?How's that even possible?

To think that i had a fight with Cynthia just yesterday and today, this?

It was at this point i understood Easu's position when he traded everything for a plate of porridge.

Well, i was done with my crazy resolves, principles and pride.

In the next instant i found myself in Cynthia's flat.

By the time i was scooping another hefty spoon of rice accompanied with the delicious stew, i had convinced myself that to err was human.

Besides, what was one to gain from unforgiveness and pride? Secondly, everyone close to me knows i dont do malice.

ABEG,life is too short not to be well lived.