LOVE IN THE MIDDLE OF JOLLOF RICE By Mosunmola'C

 


Akin, a young Nigerian man, was head over heels in love with his girlfriend, Nneoma πŸ’˜. One day, while they were on a date at a popular Lagos restaurant, Akin decided to take their relationship to the next level 🍴.


"Akin, my love," Nneoma said, sipping on her Chapman 🍹, "I'm not sure I'm ready for marriage. I need more time to focus on my career πŸ’Ό."


Akin's face fell, and he looked like he'd just been slapped with a wet fish 🐟. "Nneoma, how can you say that? Don't you know that I'm the best thing that's ever happened to you?" he asked, his voice dripping with drama 🀣.


Nneoma chuckled and patted his hand πŸ€—. "Akin, you're being dramatic. I just need some time, okay?"


But Akin was having none of it πŸ˜’. He stood up, threw his hands up in the air, and declared, "Fine! If you won't marry me, I'll show you what you're missing! I'll marry...I'll marry...my mother's cooking pot!" 🍲


Nneoma burst out laughing πŸ˜‚. "Akin, you can't marry a cooking pot! That's ridiculous!"


But Akin was dead serious πŸ’€. "Oh, watch me! I'll show you that I'm a man of my word! I'll marry that pot and make it my wife!"


And with that, Akin stormed out of the restaurant, leaving Nneoma in stitches πŸ˜‚.


The next day, Akin's mother received a strange phone call from her son πŸ“ž. "Mama, I'm getting married today. Please bring your cooking pot to the ceremony."


Akin's mother was confused πŸ€”. "Akin, which cooking pot? And who are you marrying?"


Akin replied, "The big one, Mama. The one with the nice curves. And I'm marrying...the pot itself!" 🀣


Akin's mother face-palmed 🀦‍♀️. "Akin, my son, you've finally lost it."


But Akin was determined πŸ’ͺ. He went ahead with the "wedding ceremony," complete with a makeshift altar, a pot-themed wedding cake πŸŽ‚, and a sermon from a bewildered pastor 🀣.


As the "ceremony" ended, Akin turned to Nneoma, who was watching from a distance, still laughing πŸ˜‚. "See, Nneoma? I told you I'd marry the pot! Now, are you ready to take me back?"


Nneoma shook her head, still chuckling πŸ˜‚. "Akin, you're a crazy man, but I love you anyway."


And with that, Akin and Nneoma reunited, with the cooking pot watching from the sidelines, a symbol of Akin's ridiculous but lovable nature πŸ₯°.

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