It all started like this,
After I left my Mom,
Indomie told me, that she love me
That she will protect me from hunger.
Indomie is a tall preety noodle
And she always visit me with carrots and green beans
But I was already crushing on EBA before now
Though EBA was slow, but my mom's favourite.
Every morning, afternoon and evening
We make calls, and I place orders
Indomie was caring, fast and sweet
Always available when am hungry
But I noticed she was killing me slowly
My stomach now rumbles
In disagreement with my anus
Though sweet you are, but my body you've weakened.
Now I know you want to kill me.
But the issue is
how do I stop loving you,
How do I run away from you.
Comments
I had to...
look up the title word and the meaning of it, before I could make a determination of what to say about your title. I guess that in Nigeria, it would be instantly be recognizable as a food. I am guessing that it is a sweet thing that quells your hunger, but without much substance or nutrition. My suggestion is, that you use it as a dessert! A thing that you have as a reward for eating properly! Other than the confusion of the words in your title and the EBA, I liked your tale. It ran [pretty] smoothly from beginning to end. ~ Geez.
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