IT GETS MORE WEIRD

One Sunday night, I was craving fried yam like my life depended on it.......When Hubby no “gree” look my side, I started crying. I was a pitiable sight,  it was almost like if I didn't eat fried yam that night ehn, I won't survive. We started driving all over our area looking for fried yam, after several referrals we got someone who was frying at a bus stop. Immediately I perceived the smell of the fried yam, I started inhaling the smell like it was food, the food vendor took one look at me and shook her head and said “madam, sorry, it is well, this phase will pass”.

Another instance was during work hours, I was walking through my office car park and I saw a man eating jollof rice in his car, I stood beside the car and was watching how the rice was entering this man’s mouth, at a point the man turned and stared at me. I am sure he was wondering if I was a mad woman, I just curtsied, apologised and "waka-ed" away.

I told myself that I need to start having self control because “tush” Sykik cannot be falling hand like this oh......which kain pregnancy symptom be "ojukokoro" again.

Constipation garnished with carpel tunnel syndrome and a slice of "ojukokoro" is not sexy and tush at all.....pregnancy is not a easy something.

Ps: Please someone should help me interprete "ojukokoro" into English in the comment section.