©garri for the fittest©

The deepness of the 'holy shovel' as we would call it, could be likened to that of an excavator diging deeping into the innocent soil -not only one but two enormous 'shovel' all most dug out the whole garri we were drinking.

'Shugaba' and 'ehis' two bush looking pigs that's what I could describe them as. Just came back recently from the farm trying to consume all the garri they brought for us.

I sat confused on how i was going to make it Through out the day with this bush pigs super consuming the garri I begged my mum so hard for.
"Omo this garri quick finish o" shugaba blutterd
Only if he knew what's on my wrestle mania mind.
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The next day I decided not to Bleep up, I went to where mum kept her Cutlery I selected the largest of the 'holiest shovel' and dashed swifty for a reprisal mission.
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Your need to see how the two excavators were digging Into the garri, As musty smart I angrily dug mine too. Just 3 spoons my angel of death appeared. Omo you need to see how the garri choked me I began grunting like a dying pig.

I was quickly rushed to one of our neighbour's room were I was attended to. Drinking water at that moment would worsen my situation.

What pains me more was that through out all the ordeal I passed through they were still drinking the garri.

That night, I stealthily entered into my mother's room and jejely hid the remaining garri... You cannot eat your cake and have it back.
™musty strange.