Growing up, there was always one last piece of meat left in the pot.
Everybody wanted it.
Nobody wanted to look desperate.
So we all pretended not to care.
Then one person would quietly enter the kitchen and finish it.
The next thing you'd hear was:
Who chop the meat wey remain?
And everybody would start defending themselves. ๐
Growing up, there was always one last piece of meat left in the pot.
Everybody wanted it.
Nobody wanted to look desperate.
So we all pretended not to care.
Then one person would quietly enter the kitchen and finish it.
The next thing you'd hear was:
Who chop the meat wey remain?
And everybody would start defending themselves. ๐
Growing up, there was always one last piece of meat left in the pot.
Everybody wanted it.
Nobody wanted to look desperate.
So we all pretended not to care.
Then one person would quietly enter the kitchen and finish it.
The next thing you'd hear was:
Who chop the meat wey remain?
And everybody would start defending themselves. ๐