Few minutes ago, I had this funny feeling I was hungry! I call it ‘funny’ feeling because it wasn’t up to ten minutes when I finished a mound of garry and bitterleaf soup. 😊
If you ate such as lunch, you should as well forget about your dinner because it could take up to twelve hours before you would feel hungry again.
When I couldn’t bear the hunger anymore, I strode to the kitchen to make myself something to take my hunger away.
After eating, I began to feel like I’ve not eaten in weeks. I became more famished.
What? Not again!🥺
I hope I’m not turning into a glutton. As far as I’m concerned, it would be a bad thing to be at a time when we’re experiencing a lockdown.
When the crazy hunger persisted, I thought of what to do. 🤔
I was going to ignore it and do something else – something productive 🤔.
If I got busy, the hunger would be forgotten.
What followed next was serious battle. I battled with the temptation to go back to the kitchen even when the content of my stomach had began to tumble into my mouth.
I was staggering towards the kitchen like the drunk about to pass out, hoping to take just a little food when it hit me.
I’ve not written in two days.
I smiled at the joke, snatched myself away from the direction of the kitchen and scampered to my writing corner.
When I picked my pen and wrote my first word ✍, I felt satisfied.🤗
My hunger was gone!
Hope you’re all coping well.
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