Jollof Rice Ghana Mga Nobela at Kwento

she mumbles. I laugh as we separate and get ready to check out the food that she brought, low-key worried that my pregnancy nausea might kick in. “I bought your favourite.” She teases as I open the bag. I squeal in surprise as I see Jollof rice and jerk chicken which was my favourite Nigerian dish that I have been craving. “I love you so much!” I give her a hug causing her to giggle. She makes her way to the kitchen to get plates and cutlery for the both of us while I admire the spicy orange rice in from of me.

I walked straight to where we our foods are usually deposited, leaving Ope and Sarah behind me continue the chit chat we were once having about BTS. I swear, I can bow for the cooks right now. This is heaven. Jollof Rice!!! Red jollof Rice!! With huge chicken. Don't wake me from this dream. "Food always gets to you, Good morning darling." Timi's deep voice snapped me out of my food haven and I passed him a little glare. Ode