My name is Stefan and I’m an addict. It’s been ummm….*mumbles* since my last….
Sigh.. let me just tell you my story:
So a wake up call came last night while attending a really enjoyable play called “Better, Better Village” that I may have totally backslidden from my no flour ways.
Like a true addict, you know that you’ve relapsed but you tell yourself that you have it under control and that it won’t be as bad as the last time.
Then the following things happened:
- Lady passes with a tray of Accra balls with a mango dipping sauce and tells me have as many as I want. I had 6.
- I partook in some very tasty corn soup but was annoyed by the amount of corn in the cup and the way it prevented me from accessing the lovely dumplings at the bottom. I threw most of the corn away to get to the 3 small soft but tasty dumplings.
- There was cake/sweetbread (I couldn’t tell as I didn’t care to discern) and with each bite I felt joy in my heart.
- While eating said item above, King Michael Anthony passes and in his perpetually shade ridden tone he utters ” I thought u not supposed to be eating flour”
At that point, I realised that I had a problem as I couldn’t utter a witty response to him due to the level of shame filling me.
So I finished off the sweetbread and the sugar cake in the party bag and made a vow to resume my “no flour” diet soon.
NB: hey I could’ve lied and said that I was going to do it right away but I need to clear my fridge of some items over this weekend and I’ll possibly enter rehab on Monday.
Thank you for listening.