Beans and Potato Porridge
Maybe not the best of food choices.
“Ah. Chukwuebuka. It's my God that will punish you. The gods of my father will never let you rest.” You screamed out as the police hauled you away.
You desperately tried to tell them that it was a costume party that you were invited to.
However, with the gun in your hands and the woollen mask on your face, there was no way to explain that you weren't a thief.
Your mind went back to the sixth hour of the morning, where you hurled insults at Mama Nneka for dumping rice water in front of your door.
The woman ignored you as always, but this time, you were adamant about it.
“I will tell your husband about you and the landlord." You knew that caught her attention from the way she stood up from her seat.
She was way older, and it made you wonder why the landlord was even interested in her.
You quickly ran inside and shut your door, ignoring the knocks from behind it.
“That'll teach you not to make me angry.” You mutter to yourself in satisfaction.
Chukwuebuka had called you later that day after you had made a steaming pot of beans and potato porridge.
You ignored his call because Chukwuebuka had always proved his ability to know whenever you had food in front of you.
You settled down on your worn-out chair, and saliva formed at the back of your throat as you stared at the food.
Suddenly, the door rang; you looked up because you knew t know what a doorbell was.
It had to be someone important.
You finally get up to get the door, and you throw it open. Annoyance appeared on your face when you saw Chukwuebuka smiling at you.
You looked closer and realised that his eyes were directly on your food and not even you.
The urge to beat him up surfaced, but you did nothing as he pushed you and went to take a bite from your hard work.
“Guy, you sabi cook sha." He said in ecstasy as he downed a spoon.
“God punish you." You uttered with disgust.
Saliva dripped from his mouth and slowly into your food.
You sighed and sat beside him, unwilling to take another plate of food. If Chukwuebuka knew you had more food in the pot. He would never leave your house.
“Hafa? You no wan chop?" He said with his mouth full.
"Eat and get out abeg. I don chop my own.” You scrunch your face in annoyance.
"You too good. You fit get me water?” Chukwuebuka asked with a smile.
You walked into the kitchen, and stared at the knife in front of you.
“Would anyone even know that fool has disappeared?” You asked yourself. You had worked hard to make that food.
Your intrusive thoughts began to step into play.
You sighed, you couldn't kill a man over beans and potato porridge.
Chukwuebuka was done with the food when you arrived with the water.
“I get update, guy." Chukwuebuka grinned at you.
Finally, something to get your attention.
However, if only you knew what Chukwuebuka was getting you into, you wouldn't have allowed him to eat your beans and potato porridge.
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