We’re on the verge of breaking up, my love and me. Shame it was that short and it definitely wish it was more fun to remember. My partner acted as if life could be boring now to save all the fun for the future. Now, it seems the end is near. I can honestly say his approach to life doesn’t withstand the test of time.

If we had lived like every breath is the last one, we have created great memories together. We both have cherished those moments.

And now my most vivid memory is exploding intestines after eating Nigerian Ogbolo soup with the rice. You can laught at me or cry with me alltogether, but if you ask me about the most vivid experience – you have got your answer.

I wrote this in the morning today and in the afternoon new developments had happened. My relationship status has been downgraded from partner to roommate. Despite this change, I have a positive outlook. I have a good feeling we will get this boat stable and stop rocking it again.

I would rather live in the stable and boring relationship that have constant arguments and making-ups. Thank Nigerian food, it creates near orgasmic happy feeling when it touches my tongue. I can’t fight the guy who cooks like that. What this African spice does to my senses is beyond words. It makes me happy, makes me wanna laugh. I can’t fight the guy who cooks like that.

— Why you laughing?

he always goes… It’s the food. I love it, if only my guts would learn loving it too before my bottom explodes. He always discusses serious issues when I eat, while I don’t mix stomach pleasures and serious life or relationship conversations. Continue reading and support our efforts, chip some PayPal coins here: