19/01/2023
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I decided to go and buy pepper and gradually cook my indomie. While I was going, my heart was telling me,
" eat your indomie like that, you don't need pepper."
But because of the cold weather, I decide to visit this old woman that sells pepper near my house.
"Mama, I want pepper."
"Ahh, my pikin, I bring better pepper oo. This one na one in town. Wetin you wan cook?"
"Mama na small indomie ooo."
She packed the pepper and instructed me. she said this firmly like she was talking to a kid in his mother's house.
"My pikin, no put pass two oo. If you put two leave am, this pepper dey hot ooo. No put pass two."
I said okay, but deep down inside me I was angry. She has never instructed me on how many peppers to put. I was even murmuring while heading back to my apartment because as she was instructing me, others were staring at me.
I got into my apartment, removed my trouser, and started cooking. Maybe the old woman forgot to tell me they don't cook such pepper wearing a boxer, I don't know. I pulled out my mortar to pound the pepper but I quickly changed my mind. I wanted to slice the pepper so I could use the pepper to decorate the indomie.
I quickly sliced the pepper inside the indomie and was waiting for the indomie to be ready.
As I was waiting for the indomie, I started feeling some kind of heat inside my trouser. It started like a joke, and the heat kept on increasing.
Jesu! You won't understand.
My weรคpon of mรคss dรฉstruction was on fire. I was wondering what was behind the heat in my trouser when I remembered, the same hands I used in cutting pepper, I used to caress my weapon of mass destruction. It was like there was fรฎre under my balls and at the tip of my affairs.
I started jumping to ease the pain, it was still increasing. Thank God for NEPA, I ran and turned on my fan, and removed my boxers to cool off the pain but the pain kept increasing.
Chai!
I hastily ran into the bathroom to wash it off but the pain didn't go away. I washed
