25/03/2026
The Girl Who Loved Food a Little Too Much 🍲
In the busy streets of Lagos lived a cheerful girl named Amaka.
If there was one thing everyone knew about her, it was this—Amaka loved food.
Not just normal love. Not “I like jollof rice” kind of love.
This girl planned her entire day around meals.
“Breakfast is by 7, small snack by 9, second breakfast by 10:30…” she would say, scribbling it like a serious timetable.
Her friends used to laugh.
“Amaka, are you running a restaurant inside your stomach?”
She would smile proudly.
“No, I’m just respecting my hunger.”
Amaka could eat anything—hot jollof rice, spicy suya, creamy ice cream, fried plantain, even late-night noodles at 2 a.m. And somehow, she always had space for more.
One day, her best friend Chioma challenged her.
“Let’s go to that new restaurant. But today, you will eat like a normal human being.”
Amaka agreed… reluctantly.
They arrived, and the waiter brought the menu.
Amaka opened it—and her eyes lit up like Christmas lights.
10:30
“Chioma… look… they have everything.
“Just pick one meal,” Chioma warned.
Amaka nodded seriously.
Five minutes later…
“I’ll take jollof rice, fried rice, chicken, goat meat, small salad, and… just to balance it… fruit juice.”
Chioma stared at her.
“Balance? BALANCE???”
When the food arrived, people from other tables started watching.
It was like a live show.
Amaka didn’t rush. She enjoyed every bite like it was the best thing in the world.
Halfway through, she paused.
Chioma smiled.
“Finally… you’re full?”
Amaka looked up calmly and said,
“No… I’m just making space for dessert.”
That day, Chioma gave up.
But something interesting happened later that night.
Amaka sat quietly, holding her stomach.
“For the first time… I think I overdid it,” she whispered.
The next morning, she woke up with a new plan.
“I still love food,” she said, smiling, “but maybe… just maybe… I should love my body too.”
From that day on, Amaka still enjoyed her meals—but she learned balance. She still ate jollof rice, suya, and her midnight noodles… but not all at once.
And whenever someone asked her if she still loved food, she would laugh and say:
“Yes… but now, food doesn’t control me—I enjoy it wisely.”