DIARY OF A GIRL ON A FAST — Pt. 1
Anyone that knows me well would know I’m big on chicken — well marinated or sautéed, BBQ or grilled, chicken. Add ketchup or a plate of delicious jollof rice, and you’ve won my heart! (Talk about the Chicken Republic Refuel Pack). Sideline — can we all agree we buy that thing because of the deliciousness of the chicken rather than because the food is filling)— anyway, enough of C.R.
Now, imagine me sitting at my desk, reading my Bible. The time is 1:00 pm, and I am supposed to be without food or water till 6 pm. However, my beloved neighbour doesn’t know that. Or maybe she does — but feels like it has nothing to do with the sumptuous chicken she is turning in her kitchen.
Don’t tell me to close my windows! Natural air is good for the lungs.
Don’t say “eat and drink the blood of Jesus” — I mean, it tastes nothing like grilled chicken (not that they can be compared).
And whatever you say, don’t ask me to go ahead and break my fast. In any case, it’s not like I have chicken to grill in my house. Neither is my account balance allowing me to get up and go get some very affordable Chicken Republic.
Just leave me to sit and take in all the goodness of someone’s handiwork — while keeping my mind steadfast on the Word of God I’m reading. After all, it’s my mouth and stomach fasting — not my nose.
P.S This is not a Chicken Republic Ad. Should it begin to feel like one, kindly forward my referral bonus! Thank you!
