The last kicks of a dying hen

The last kicks of a dying hen

When the rest of the women generation were busy inheriting the symmetry, looks and hourglass figure of Eve, I happened to inherit her appetite for forbidden things. So, understand me when I tell you that anything forbidden in the great Koran of diet, towards that; my African feet gravitate. Even I can never seem the brakes to my appetite for junk food – and hot men. In fact, I sing all sorts of songs to welcome junk food into my stomach. I even assure it that hydrochloric acid has gone ahead to prepare a place for it in my stomach. That it should not be afraid of harming me, I got good genes after all so we won’t gain weight.

This is an excerpt from a guest post I did on Rene’s blog. Click on the link to read more and thereafter browse through his blog and read some more of his posts. You will instantly fall in love with his life. Or even him hehe!


My name is Melodious. An economics student, foodie, a writer(writing gives life!), a sister, and a lover of life.

I love to dance in the rain and to sing in the bathroom.

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