At home right now but thinking about something funny that happened at this wedding. I was served a plate of fried rice, jollof rice, moimoi and a big piece of sumptuous looking cow meat. I ate my rice and moimoi but didn't know to eat my meat. I didn't want to use my hands to tear it apart as:
1. I couldn't afford to soil my makeup.
2. I didn't see any serviette on the table.
3. I had no wipe to clean my hands afterwards.
So I stared at my meat while it was gloating that I couldn't eat it. (You never jam... Na me and you today, I said to myself.) I looked at hubby and he was eating his last bit of meat. I just whispered to him to help 'dice' my meat. His teeth is actually sharper than mine lolz. DH turned my big piece of meat to asun, and I ate the whole damn thing while sipping my drink.
PS: Nigerian caterers please cut the meat you served at weddings in small bits if you know you won't provide table knives.
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