Scribblings Of A Dramatic Introvert

 - a survivor's guide through recession The phrase is quite popular among young adults, denoting a time when we were much younger and wanted every snack by the roadside. The gala hawker would almost thrust a piece into your hands because of how much you kept staring at the well-stacked snacks in his brown carton. Ice cream followed closely, and on other days we just really wanted popcorn. Some of us took liberty into our own hands when we were handed over some little change of money to go about our days. For Sundays, we'd split the offering into two. One for the Lord, and the other half for our bellies. Oily puffpuff, and for me, I was obsessed with the ₦20 meatpie they sold at church gate. Yes, we were supposed to be good kids, but everything looked so tasty. When you blink your eyes at your mom, she raises a stern look, followed by "There's food at home". Sometimes we just go along with the flow, but some days, we threw tantrums, convinced our parents hated us. ...