Now i know whats probably on your mind as a reader, that oops here she comes again, she probably ate rice and can’t keep shut or its the santi, the rice was talking it possessed me “but no! ” in my beyoncé voice, it was just as inspiration goes, so without further a do, can you guess i have been watching nach baliye and i don’t care whether its divek or ishima and vivek but i want them to win.
rice rice rice oh what have you done to man on earth
you so plain looking yet exquisite
savoury and sweet as in pudding or salty and fried as in naasi goreng
even while bare you roar up a fight
from the commoners to the rich you are best to all
with the best stir fry you create a tamashah ( ruckus )
with the least of ketchups you make ears roll
to the hungry stomach you are music
jollof rice na you ; nations are at twitter wars for you
fried chicken is your icing on the cake
maggi is the sugar in your tea
pepper is the key to your flavour
tomato is the door to your beauty
sorry for the interruption in the book please a round of applause for rice, thank you, now for the loverrs of rice, just think about the best rice you have had in a while, now use the brain cells you have left after all that sweet memory to give rice a huge round of applause.
A snippet of my book on wattpad A heart for the slum