Set before me: a plate of fried plantain and a cup of tea to flush it down my tank-sized stomach that I had brought with me from my village.
I DON'T THINK I WOULD LAST A WEEK HERE, TALK MORE OF A YEAR. HAAAA!. I AM DEAD!"
Thoughts flashed through my mind.

THERE IS POPCORN AND CHIPS IN THE CABINET...FOR LUNCH...

My uncle enunciated, as we dispersed the dining room.

I locked the door to my room and located my backpack, I found it, rummaged through it and brought out a black nylon containing 10 mudu of Garri.
MAMA THANK YOU FOR THIS GARRI - AS IF YOU KNEW WHAT I WOULD ENCOUNTER.
I muttered sheepishly.