Eating Gone Wrong!

Whenever I see some people bulldoze mountainous plate of fufu, eba, rice and all what nots, I'll just wish that I had something close to such appetite. I'm a mindful eater, something like having a little appetite and it worries me, sometimes.

Some people really have huge appetites and they make good use of it in events. They'll eat small chops, followed by two sizeable wraps of swallow with better egusi or vegetable soup that has so many animals inside.

Next will be fried and jellof rice, moi moi with better lap of chicken and then topping it with salad. Before you say Jack, they're already requesting for other available foods. Mind you, they've taken up to three bottles of their favorite drink including wine, and they're still very much available to eat more, ah!

I usually wonder how they're able to consume all these foods and still feel okay, like nothing dey happen. No be juju be that? Ha!, I dare not try eating more than my stomach can carry, else I'll feel discomfort, sluggish and tired. I'm fact that will be suicide mission.

Talking about eating too much, I had a horrible experience over the weekend. Remembering it now has sent goosebumps all over my body. I visited a friend, a naval officer, who I haven't seen for a long time. He was newly drafted to my State so I thought of checking up on him. Getting there he said he's been craving Oha soup and that I'll help him prepare it including stew. He had already bought the ingredients in wait for my coming. Ah! see how a visitor became a cook, hehehe.

Well since it was said that "a friend in need is a friend indeed", I entered the kitchen and did what momma taught me how best to do, oh yeah!. The aroma and taste of the soup was so irresistibly yummylicious 😋.

Soup ready, I prepared the swallow but before that I asked how much he eats and he replied "not much", meaning we're both in the same league. So I made one and a quarter cup of garri, which was just enough, served and we started eating. It was as if the food increased because we were struggling to finish it. We were both full but he said he doesn't want the leftover garri to waste. I told him it can be preserved in the refrigerator but he said we should try and finish it. Infact he confessed that the soup was too sweet to resist eating more.
I was just licking the soup while he was busy eating more. The food finished, I cleared the plates, did the dishes and proceeded to get things ready for the stew.

Time for his prayers came, he went to prepare but after a while I noticed that he didn't go again so I thought he might be doing so in his room without knowing that he was already feeling discomfort. When I was almost done with preparing the stew, he came out, telling me that he has caused problems for himself by eating too much and that he's having stomach pain. Luckily, he has Immodium so he took it, and we chatted for sometime before it was time for me to go.

While he was taking me to the nearest bus stop where I'll board a vehicle back home he said if only he can throw up, it'll make him feel much better. I was equally having almost same experience but didn't let him know as not to increase his anxiety. All I did was chew bitter kola. I got home and went straight to my garden, cut some leaf of life, squizzed and drank the juice. The pain calmed but the heaviness remained, even till the following day.

After that I put a call across to inform him that I was home and to know how he was holding on but he didn't take it. I waited to see if he would return the call but he didn't so after some time, I called again but his line was switched off. It was so much unlike him to turn his phone off, especially not such a moment. I became restless and my thoughts were going berserk. I couldn't sleep well and had nightmares. It was one of the long nights that I have ever experienced in my life.

Morning finally came, I called twice, still switched off. Ah, I became more anxious and tensed. I began to imagine what will become of me if something bad eventually happens to him. I'll become a murder suspect. Ah!, what a hot news headline that would be. Who would even believe my story. It was just I and him, no one else, and I was the one who prepared the food. How this news will break my mom's heart and that of my loved ones. Will she even survive it?.

"I cried, croed and recried." Prayed and didn't know what to pray again. There was no aspect of my life that I didn't think of, and even how I will live life in detention. At a point I thought of calling an aunt who's a lawyer to let her know what happened. In fact I made up my mind to face whatever will come out of it.

Noon came, phone was still switched off. Around 13:33hrs, I called again, he picked and said he'll call me back later. Hearing his voice brought a bit of relief but I was still afraid. About ten minutes after, his call came in and I bombarded him with questions. He said he was just discharged from the hospital and is feeling much better. He was rushed to the hospital after throwing up right inside his car. Luckily he had already driven into the quarters and help came immediately. They collected his phone and turned it off so he won't be disturbed by many calls that were coming in. I told him what I went through all through the time I couldn't reach him and he was just laughing. It seemed funny to him but not to me. Well he apologized for putting me through all that and said he won't ever bite more than he can chew.

After the call, my mind began relaxing. I bathed, ate, snuggled up in bed and slept. I woke up feeling a bit calm, and grateful to God that the worst didn't happen. After this horrible experience, I doubt if I'll be able to cook for friend(s) any time soon. Never will I even attempt over eating again, not if I want my village people to have the last laugh 🤣.

Thank you for reading.

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