The Weeping Birthday Girl

The remembrance of this incident was proudly brought to you by @hezmat. I went through a post he made about chicken and I remembered this day.

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This incident is probably one of the reasons why I like pepper so much .

It was my birthday a few years ago and I was very excited about the day. There's this joy that comes with the realisation of growth. My family gathered around and decided I was going to get a treat on this fateful day. A treat to anywhere I wanted to go.

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I wore one of my best outfits after deciding that I wanted to go to Mr Biggs. So Mr Biggs was a fast food invoke that time and that was where I wanted to be.

We all set out for the fast food and when we arrived , we got ourselves a comfortable spot to sit. My dad called a waiter and asked me to order what I wanted to eat. The waiter mentioned the snacks and food they had. On a normal day, I would have gone with maybe chicken fried rice or a hamburger and a chill drink but no!

It was my day and I wanted to explore so I asked the waiter for the special dish they had for the day. He mentioned jollof rice and spicy hot chicken. Spicy hot chicken! To me, that sounded yummy. I thought the guy was just exaggerating the hot and spicy part so I ordered a plate of that and everyone on the table was astonished. They all ordered different things and no one wanted the 'Days special'. I felt they all wanted to honour me, that's why they chose different things.

The dishes arrived and mine was steaming hot! I could see the smoke coming out of my chicken. I admired my plate of food with so much delight and satisfaction.

After a brief prayer, it was time to dig in. I was instructed to eat my rice first before my chicken. We had a, 'don't eat your meat till you're done with your food' policy while I was growing up. Now, that kind of policy is history😅

I ate my rice hastily as I was eager to eat the chicken. After eating my rice, I washed my hands in anticipation of eating the chicken. I held the chicken laps and tore a large piece with my teeth. That was the moment! As I tore the chicken in a haste, pepper entered my eyes. Shiiiiiii I kept munching on the chicken, the more I munched, the more tears dropped from my eyes. Nobody saw when the pepper entered my eyes.

The question now is, why are you crying?

I was crying for three reasons. First, pepper entered my eyes, second, my mouth was on fire and third, I just realised that my greed had gotten the best of me. I couldn't eat the chicken anymore. I cried out loud when I couldn't bear the pain anymore. I yelled that pepper had entered my eyes.

To salvage one of my problems, I was rushed to the bathroom and my eyes were washed thoroughly but still I felt the stinging sensation and so they brought an ice bag for me to place on my eyes.

And in order not to waste the food, the rest of the family ate the chicken for me. I guess they had stronger thirst buds than I did( If there's anything like strong taste buds). They were actively complaining about the pepper but still eating it🤧

What was supposed to be a fun birthday with a happy ending turned out to be a sorrowful one. On our way out, my dad asked, "would you take spicy hot chicken ever again?"
I guess we all know the answer to that. It was a big no!

Even if I vouched not to take the spicy hot chicken that spoiled my birthday ever again, from that day, I consciously increased my intake of spicy food . Here I am today, ready to face any spicy hot chicken of any sort 😂.

With love, wongi ✨