Don't Stop Eating Chocolates.

     It is drizzling, tiny crystal rain drops hits the roof making that tick-tock sounds, the rain splash on the veranda as a small pool forms besides the fashion shop with a sign that reads 'Omotola Signature'. Omotola pays the taxi driver of the yellow unsteady-looking taxi in front of her shop as she comes down the smell of roasted yam and plantains trickles her nose and made her swallow saliva and hungry.
       Though, her breakfast was heavy- noodles, boiled eggs, fried plantains, custard and orange juice, she juggles sandwiches,  three apples and Snickers chocolates for an after breakfast snack, and while she was in the taxi devours about fifteen bars of chocolates. She doesn't joke with her food why Ayo liked her; her voluptuous figure,  her large breasts full like pumpkins, the curves thick and well-proportioned, just the way a real Nigerian man loves  them.
       She had met him at a party that Temi dragged her to, instead of staying at home crying over her ex who broke up with her because she is fat.
    "I thought you were looking at my friend".
    "Hmm...Why would I be looking at a mannequin. She is like bone see her legs like hopsticks ." They threw their head back and laughed.
  They talked and talked about anything and everything that night gulping down glasses of champagne.
  "I like you, oh".
  "But I am fat." She blurts.
 "Baby, you are beautiful as you are. Thick and curvy the way a real woman should be. I like women who love food. Don't stop eating chocolates".

  That night as Ayo took her to her apartment, she threw away the cartoons of slimming tea she has stacked in her kitchen cabinet, cancelled her subscription to the gymn, placed an order of chocolates to be delivered to her place in the morning.
 
 She didn't get that feeling like a heartburn the kind you get eating hot akaraballs again when she boards a bus and someone complains about how uncomfortable he is when sitting close to her,when she eats more hamburgers and rolls and someone calls her fat or when she says she is going to model and they laugh at her. Rather than that feeling, it is a warm sensation that rise from within her as a Snicker chocolate bar melts on her tongue.