Of The Weekend, #Thanksgiving and #Winning
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I went to the market yesterday to get some soup
stuff. Nothing unusual there; I make some form of vegetable soup every
Saturday...the life of a serial dieter! I went to Mama Adaobi to buy said soup stuff.
Again, nothing unusual there; Mama Adaobi has the nicest disposition for a roadsidal
foodstuff market woman (some of them would give you the evil eye for so little
as pricing pepper from their neighbour) and she doesn’t feel obligated or
entitled (like her neighbour) to comment about my weight, whether ballooning or
on the path to dwindling.
What was unusual was how, half-way through
plucking my tete, her face altered...from
“smiley” to nearly “indescribable”. It is that face deranged side-chics get in
the movies when they want to stealthily murder that wife that won’t let them
have at their husband. Yea, that face. Seeing as i was her only customer at the
time and was absolutely sure i hadn’t done anything to provoke whatever emotion
that IS driving this transformation, i was slightly alarmed. However, having been
“cursed” with the gift of inquisitiveness, my mouth asked what the problem was.
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