You're home alone on a Saturday morning and hunger is killing you
Which kind suffer suffer is this?
But not all hope is lost as you remember your mother made one sweet pot of Egusi soup before stepping out
And you don't know your village people are singing Soft Work on your destiny
You tiptoe to the kitchen even though it's just you in the house
The aroma hits you as you lift up the cover and you sharply dip your hands in and grab one good looking Shaki, stuffing it into your mouth without mercy
I'm walking h'in power!!
After taking like six pieces of meat, you decide to just take the last one because you don't want to be wicked.
See your life
So you grab one big meat and cut one side off, shoving the meat back into the pot
And you're even swirling the soup so everything will look normal. Ode.
As you're leaving the kitchen, your friends call you downstairs to play and you totally forget about it
Your mother passes by and you even greet her with a smile
It's when you hear her shout your name you remember that it's only ten meat she bought from the market
You rush upstairs, thinking of who to put the blame on but your brother is in boarding school and your cousin has gone to church
I'm dead toeday oooo
After all the beatings you receive, you can't even see with your right eye and you can only breath with your left nostril
Moral of the story : If you want to thief, thief with sense