The Happy Hungry

Note: This post will be very short.


As Efe watched covetously, and just a slight bit hungrily, the fork holding greenish-yellow grains of fried rice combined with white little stalks of cabbage and the bright orange of the shredded carrots lubricated by cream moved into Onome’s mouth, her lips closing around them, sealing them in the vault and immediately branding them with her saliva, while the silver fork came out.

As Efe continued to watch, the silver fork speared a piece of meat and unable to dissemble it alone, used the rust stained knife in aid. The meat also disappeared. Efe kept watching, transfixed. Her belly, perhaps also viewing the fast dissembling of a meal that took 3 hours to prepare, growled in outrage at her.

Onome, hearing the sound of her roommates’ belly growling, smiled to herself as she thought of what to have for dessert. She was still smiling when the meat she’d just eaten lodged in her throat. The water cup was too far away for her to reach so she was almost at death’s door while bleeding through her nose. Efe, shaken out of her trance by the green tips of Onome’s outstretched hands, did the Heimlich maneuver and soon, Onome was fast asleep, exhausted from her near death experience and thankful it didn’t turn out for the worst.

Efe meanwhile, on the wheelchair which had created a dichotomy between her and all the glamorous roommates, capable of walking by themselves, had never been so happy to be hungry.


2 Comments Add yours

  1. Oludapo Tolulope | lifegiva2 says:

    Wow…beautiful one. Thumbs up

  2. hrh7 says:

    Hi. Nice to have you on here. Welcome, thank you and I LOVE your blog. 🙂

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