It was a beautiful evening at the beginning of the harmattan season; the cold air from the sea was settling in calmly while the stars adorned the sky above. I had only stopped by the grocery store after church to get some snacks. At the store's exit sat a lovely tray of well-arranged and layered Agbalumo(s), sometimes called Udala, or the African star apple.
This natural beauty looked like mini pyramids; I only said hello to their custodian. I had no intention whatsoever to buy fruits that evening, but you know the "fruitie" (like foodie but with fruits) in me decided to purchase agbalumo, some oranges and a few apples.
I couldn't wait to try those little orange-coloured fruits; they looked so sumptuous and juicy. Man, I must have salivated a couple of times before getting home. I washed my hands in a rush and rinsed my little buddies. Yang, I pulled out the stalk from it to savour the juice within, but its unpleasant sour taste made my mouth sore.
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I was sad the fruit was sour but I was not discouraged to try the next one on my plate because this is life and I will go all out and have high expectations about my next friend like I will with the second agbalumo I had that evening and gladly it was as tasty as it looked, so if you read this story up until now, I just want to tell you to be hopeful and live life again holding nothing back, your next agbalumo might be your best, so buy it and try it.
Originally published on 2/11/2018 at 8:01 AM.