An emotional event that occurred is when my mum made Fried rice instead of Jollof rice. That day was an emotional experience I felt lonely, inside of me was empty and I was down the blue, because my taste buds missed the delightful taste of Jollof rice.It has been long time since I tasted that phenomenal food. I asked my mum to make me Jollof rice however, it turned out she never heard what I requested and that’s when I began to feel rain drops pouring my eye. My nose could sent the trial and I Just knew she made Fried Rice. My Tears were about to pour like rain. Inside me my temperature rose immensely I could feel it. Outside of me was different story I was distraught could not take it, and when I hoped and prayed for my mum to make me Jollof Rice, has just drained down and been flushed away, now I was hopeless. I could even imagine eating Jollof Rice the orange juicy monster sizzling, spicy Jollof Rice jumping on my taste buds and I’m trying to absorb the flavor of each grain of rice. I could picture me eating Jollof Rice which even made me more depressed but I found it difficult to lose concentration with Jollof Rice.

The only satisfying thing about the Fried Rice is that chicken was with it as well, which surprisingly did not change my mood.