Not me fantasizing that one of my muslim friends or relations dropped by - Knocked gently on my new-looking door net like an august visitor, called my name gently in a whisper as if afraid I would point out who it's at once.

I, being very surprised and happy at the same time upon seeing him/her holding a polythene bag hugged tightly by his/her good looking five fingers.

The aroma entrapped in the bag, instantly befriended my olfactory lobe, aroused my taste buds, caused my tongue to drool and made my eyes look greedy immediately my august visitor dismantled the goodies in the bag - 5 freshly fried *_ẹran iléyá_* that were as fat as my thighs, welcomed my eyes with their oily glow.

I punched on the *_ẹran iléyá_* with my fingers, held one at a time with both hands, raised it to the height of my mouth and tore on it like a lion with my fork-like teeth.

Each tear, a drop of sweetness that satisfies my wants.
The *_ẹran iléyá_* died a good death in my tummy, only to be put to deep rest in the restroom after a while, while I live, enjoying the satisfaction the ẹran iléyá gives.

PS: This imagination of mine felt so surreal 🤩

Happy *iléyá* my wonderful muslim brethrens 😊
Don't forget my ẹran iléyá óò. It would be nice if you can make yourself the august visitor in my imagination. I would be here awaiting my fantazied ẹran iléyá 😁

Thank you in advance🚶

© AM Odunayo