The Painful Pleasure (TPP)
EPISODE 18
To my surprise, it was Moji. That was around 6pm. “Why exactly is she calling me?” I said to myself. I picked the call. . .
Me: Moji, whatsup naw, so good to hear from you.
Moji: yeah right. Where are you please?
Me: My room.
Moji: Have you eaten?
Me: (getting curious)No, not yet.
Moji: I’m cooking rice now, and I was thinking, that if you won’t mind, I can bring you some.
Me: Seriously, that’s so thoughtful of you. I won’t mind at all. In fact I can’t wait to taste your delicacy.
Moji: (laughing) I will call you when the food is ready, you will come and take it at Anglomoz.
Me: Thanks so much Moji, I really do appreciate you.
Moji: Never mind, what are friends for. I will call you when it’s ready. Bye.
Me: Bye, thanks (she ended the call).
I told Mayowa about the whole ‘package’. “I told you she likes you, you were pretending you didn’t know. Anyway, me i go chop o.” He said. I answered and said, “you just said this girl likes me, what if the food she is bringing me contains love portion, I will eat alone o so that I won’t implicate you.” Mayowa answered immediately. “Let the love portion catch us together o, I don dey notice say I no dey love these days, it be like say I need love portion wey go ginger my ministry.” We started whining each other, as we both laughed. I was pulling his legs, and he was equally up to the task.
Some minutes after 7, Moji called me that she was waiting at Anglomoz already. I went there with Mayowa. When we got there, Moji was quite surprised to see that I came with Mayowa. “You and this your friend, you are just like the snail and it’s shell”. She said. “We are like twin brothers.” Mayowa answered. Moji handed over a cooler to me, in a black nylon. I opened it, it contained white rice, stew, and two fish.
“Moji, seriously you are a darling. Thank you so much.” I said to her and gave her a hug. “You don’t have to thank me, what are friends for? You know you told me in the morning, that you didn’t even know what to eat tonight. I can’t hear that and do nothing about it. That’s why I took your number so I could call you.” Since I told moji in the morning that I didn’t know what to eat that night, she didn’t forget about it and brought me food. “Maybe it was my dad in action (Yoruba beliefs).” I said to myself. I took the food, said ‘bye’ to Moji, and went back to the hostel.
We got to the hostel and saw Emeka. “You guys went to buy food?” He asked. “No,I went to collect it from Moji at Anglomoz.” I answered. “Who be Moji again?” He asked. “She is a girl in my department, I met her on the bus when I was coming to Ife.” I answered. The guy told me what just happened is called ‘cooler ministry’. For those of you that have been getting or giving food via cooler. What you’re doing is what Emeka called ‘cooler ministry’. It is not bad though, it’s totally good as long as it is done with a good heart, both on the giving end, and on the receiving end.
Mayowa and I ate the rice, Moji is such a good cook. The stew tasted almost like my mum’s. I felt at home for the first time, since I came to Ife, I had been eating ‘condition rice’. “What a wonderful girl Moji is”. I said to myself.
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