I am the chief of street food. This means that most times, I recklessly eat out. I do not particularly place much value on homemade stuff! If someone can make it why bother!? LOL
The question as to whether I am proud of this fact is story for another day. I have gone as far as eating fruits without washing them so; I am no stranger to bad habits! (Hey! Don’t judge) But guess what guys, I have changed… errr I will try to change. In the times past, I have heard speculations about how street Zobo sellers pick up their bottles from dump site and the dirty girl in me will shrug off such information and still drink Zobo with reckless abandon.
NOTE: Zobo is a Nigerian, deliciously relaxing drink made from hibiscus flower.
My dear people it was with my koro koro eyes that I witnessed a woman picking bottles from a trash truck on Isaac John Street in GRA, IKEJA. I was devastated and I began to thank the lord that I only got typhoid that one time. If we are to go by my ways; eating food straight out of the fridge, buying Mai shai (Mallam made bread and eggs, indomie noodles on occasion) , drinking Zobo and just doing anyhow eh? *Insert praise worship*
I could not believe that I was sitting in that keks hale and hearty. Actually, consider this my first thanksgiving post in preparation for the New Year!
I have now decided to do better. Hey don’t kid yourself, my street eating is not going anywhere, but I think I have definetly reached the point where I stick to homemade drinks only.
People of God, this is the end of my street zobo drinking career. Sobs… till fade
According to Larz