Am stuffed. Seriously.
I ate my words. I swallowed my pride. I licked his boots. I even bit my tongue in the process.
Thanks. But no more.
‘What? That’s a piece of cake for me?’
You are probably right. My hunger is a big problem. Am still crying over the milk I spilt yesterday. Once I was so hungry that I even bit the hand that was feeding me. Am chewing out almost everything. But even then am not satisfied. Do you Know why?
‘Coz I still haven’t got the apple of my eye.’