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MS SIZE 18 The fear of hunger is the beginning of wisdom. Well, those who know me well won't be surprised that I started today's post with a quote about food. We can't help who we are right? 😁 Before going to bed last night, I made sure I cooked a pot full of spaghetti with pleeeenty onions and panla fish scattered inside. I had a sound sleep last night knowing there was a pot of my favorite food waiting to be consumed in the morning 😉  Emi, omo ounje fun ara e!! I had to move from the Mainland to Island so I was up from 4 am, said my prayers, had my bath, got dressed, warmed my yummy spaghetti , packed it in my newest food container, and off I went. I couldn't help humming happily as I walked to the road to get a bus. My journey to Oshodi was smooth, Oshodi to Obalende was smoother because in less than 10 minutes into the journey, I knocked it off and didn't even stir until the man seated next to me tapped me to inform me we were at the last bus-stop (...

Growing up I had mixed feelings about Sundays. A reason was that my family attended a white garment church that closed really late. I mean we could still be in church by 3pm just taking offerings after which series of thanksgivings would follow. The part I loved however was that my dad usually gave my siblings and I a lot of money for offerings. I remember specifically that he would give each of us N20 mints and as the eldest child, I got more than my siblings. What I did then was to take two out of the five to ten N20 notes i.e N100 - N200 (I always took just two notes regardless of how much money I was given), to the puff-puff seller close to our church to break the money down to lower denominations so I could easily drop lesser amount each time we had to pay any of the offerings. I treated myself after service to ice-cream, sweets, biscuits and fried fish (you know those ones first coated with yam flour before frying... very yummy 😋), with the 'savings.' The oth...