My Indomie Story

My Indomie Story

After a very long day of attending a family law class that did not hold because of the most dreaded criminal law test and writing (more of clicking) the olórí oko bambam test, I finally made my way to my scattered bed.
Deciding whether I want to lay my bed or satisfy the grinding machines in my flat stomach was another debate in my semi-exhausted brain.
Like a spiri koko will say it’s a sign from God, my people NEPA decided to prove their jagabanic prowess by taking light when my being needs it the most.
Lay my bed it is as there was no means to cook. This I did, till our oga at the top brought the light again. Did I say brought the light? Sorry, they flashed the light and on and off it went like my tìnrinrín toy in KG school.
When the stomach is famished what can the righteous do? I was hungry to stupor, I don’t eat real food out and I’ve been eating junk all week, plus I promised myself to eat well as per it’s few days to my birthday.
As if the person in charge of electricity heard my desperate cry, the light was restored again for about 5 minutes.
So, I decided to make myself some sumptuous meal bearing in mind that NEPA no send o, they for take the light at any point A or B. I jejely, settled for indomie (noodles), garnished with crayfish, onions and ata gúngún (dried pepper) with a side dish of eggs, fried with mamador butter, garnished with tomatoes, ugwu and onions.
Oh my! I proceeded to the kitchen to make my delicious meal. My people, I decided that ata gúngún would be the last ingredient I’ll add to my indomie. You wouldn’t believe what happened while I was adding my ata gúngún.
They took the light again and this time, it was for nothing less than two bitter hours. After 30 minutes, I decided to taste my noodles. Holy Mary, mother of Jesus; it reminded me of the taste of; is it chalk or mist mag mixed with something edible that I can’t remember at the moment.
I was going to chop am like that, as per man they hungry, but I remember a Yoruba adage that warns us to consider if an action pays than inaction before making our decisions. So, I covered my indomie and focused on another Yoruba saying “ikún tó bá ya onígbèsè, omi làá fí ja” (when you can’t afford food, you could reduce your hunger with water)
Na so I drink 2 sachets of water ooo. After 2 hours like I said, they brought the light and I was sort of sure after doing my dy/dx that the light was here to stay.
I was going to trash my noodles but a part of me felt like that would be a huge blow to humanity.
So, I picked my indomie, (I know that noodles is the right word but who cares) headed to the kitchen with vegetable oil and a little water. After working a little magic, people of God, my noodles became whole again. Of course, I fried my eggs with extra paparazzi and I sure enjoyed a sumptuous meal in the long run.

Sometimes we could have expended so much energy on a project, sacrificed a whole lot but in the end, some external factors just decide to destroy our efforts. We have to know when to calm down, have a rethink and probably use a new method or approach. You’ve been through a lot to give up, you just have to neglect your large ego and think the whole process all over. You might have to start all over, use an entirely different method, change a part of your strategy or introduce a new strategy. Just don’t dare give up. Your actions are an inspiration to someone out there.

No be say, I they serious laidat ooo… I just think say make I share wetin they run through my head. Na the interpretation wey I give my Indomie story be that, you for give am any meaning wey you want but me sef like gist so you for gist me wetin you think say e mean in the comment section.

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