On New Year's Day

Greetings! 🌟

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My New Year started on a shaky note; I had a running nose on the evening of December 31, 2023. I quickly took a catarrh pill because the night was going to be long, and I didn't want any health inconvenience to follow me into the new year. Unfortunately, the running nose persisted, making me entertain superstitious ideas about someone else possibly influencing it...don't blame me 🥹

I was supposed to stay at church all night for the crossover service, but due to the strong catarrh, I sought permission from the head of my unit to go home and sleep after the shout of HAPPY NEW YEAR! Fortunately, I was granted permission. I got home and went to sleep, as catarrh pills tend to act like sleeping pills. No two ways about it, catarrh medicine is 98% sleeping pills

Daybreak on January 1st

It was a free day for me, and I wasn't ready to leave my room for anything. Because of the catarrh pill-induced slumber, I found myself waking up around 8:30 am, which is unusual for me but it was fair enough because I wasn't attending to any work.

A knock on my door welcomed me with a "Kpo kpo kpo." I responded,

"Yes, who's there? Happy New Year!" I checked, and it was a neighbor who had bought fuel for me to use in my generator to pump water. I didn't have a problem with that at all. I quickly set up the generator, turned it on, and water started flowing.
I used that opportunity to play my music system at the highest volume, and my neighbors in the compound danced to the beat.

Did I cook food? How did I go about food?

No, not at all! I didn't plan to go through the stress of cooking a special New Year meal that day. In fact, I don't cook at all during the festive season; I depend on outside food. I also had plans to visit family houses later in the day, but laziness held me back, and I canceled the idea.

A neighbor brought a bottle of Malta Guinness and a DUDU fruit juice with a simple acknowledgment: "I know you don't do alcohol; that's why I didn't bring beer. There are bottles of beer outside."
I wondered who told them that I don't drink beer, not that I've followed any of them to drink outside. I know they observed it in my personality. I thanked them and began to enjoy the bottle of the sweet drinks.

I was doing that when one of the families I was supposed to visit called me and authoritatively instructed me to come to their house because they had prepared "my mouth" on their food. I had no option; I dressed up, boarded a bike, and zoomed off to their place.

I arrived, was warmly welcomed by the husband and wife with their children. I'm familiar with the wife, so I followed her into the kitchen, took a seat, and ordered her to serve me what they had cooked. To my greatest surprise, it wasn't the usual rice but beef pepper soup with yam.

I was thrilled, I pulled off my clothes, ate to my satisfaction, and washed it down with a can of Malta Guiness again.

I got home around 6:30 pm and found myself too lazy to do anything. It felt like a weakening substance had been added to the food. Writer's block hit me hard, but I managed to put down something before falling asleep.

It was a perfect day for me, just as I had planned. I didn't cook, but I ate and drank a lot.

Thank you for reading!

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_{This is my entry to the Week 96, Edition 01 of the Weekly Featured contest in Hive Learners Community}

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