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Garri Water


(Originally written 21/4/2021)

This post is about my 'Nana'. This is me wanting to pick up the sweet name some people (children especially) call their Grandmothers. I like it. It sounds fancy. LOL! Anyways, before I get to the part that has to do with my Nana, something serious happened to me. In fact, I am weak and as I write, I am in what I hope is the last phase of this obstacle.

I am purging. I must have gone to the bathroom at least 4 times. The good thing is, it’s not even such a lot like that. It’s just the part of the rumbling stomach and lack of sleep that I hate the most.

You are laughing at me. But you know it’s not funny.

I knew what I ate. In fact, all the things that I mixed together in this small stomach of mine. Gosh! The stomach really hurts. Not like hurt like piercing hurt but you know what I mean. Stop pretending like you have never experienced this too.

I need to go to work. Then I remembered Garri water. Now, this is the part my Nana comes in. She once told me when I had this same experience a long time ago that I was doing the Garri solution wrong. Why are you looking at me like you have never heard of the Garri solution to stop purge?! Oh really, you haven’t😮? The part you pour small Garri and lots of water, no sugar and groundnuts - it’s not lunch and no ice blocks! Then you mix and drink?!

Okay. I have helped you with the explanation already. Now, I used to do it wrong before because I would usually pour quite a lot of Garri and drink with a spoon like I was drinking Garri to stop hunger. My Nana taught me instead to pour just a little Garri and more of the water, then you gulp it all down. According to her, it’s the water that does the magic. Now, I don’t know if this is scientifically proven - of course, it’s not! But they say Mothers are always right. And, somehow this solution works for me.

Like today, I’m sitting on the toilet seat of course, and writing this after gulping down the GW solution. Don’t ask me what GW is again. Now, the tricky part is, when you drink it, you are expected to wait for a little bit, just in case some last phase of duties need to be discharged. You know what I mean😉.

I’m waiting and writing and so far, nothing. That means I am done here. Don’t say I didn’t teach you something new today.

Love always,

TA


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