For the LOVE of BREAD!!

“THEY DON DEY BRING AM  OH!!”

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I remember asking myself, ”what is that sweet  smell? It’s like the world’s best pastries mashed into one” (even though I barely know what that would taste like). I couldn’t help it, I had the question on  my mind as I walked past the beams that formed the door at Shoprite’s departmental store at the palms shopping center lekki.

“Wrong color” I told myself, as I looked up at my outfit on the screen that presented the feed from the security camera I had just walked by, either way I knew I wouldn't stay long “I’ll be in and out in a bit” I reminded myself comfortably.

My mother would say that I should only  think of the item that brought me to the store and pick it alone or else I’d end up not buying what I came for in the end and walking home with unwanted  items (psst…. Na wash, as if that works these days)

it had to take the whiff of a feminine perfume to break the trance as I found myself admiring random yet interesting boxes of cereals  (I’m a sucker for cereals plus who’s  that chick? ;) )

After picking 3boxes of cereal and the highly acclaimed axe excite body spray, I finally began my walk to the counter when I heard a sharp cry that reminded me of my current geographic location. “OGA!! Abeg comot for there go enta line jare”. My head shot right to see a long crowded line.

I’m basically the kind of person that isn’t really bothered but I could feel my curious nerves tingle on this very day, hence, I moved towards the  furthest ends behind the rows of supplies and discovered the pastry section of Shoprite and in an instant there it was again. Seemingly, the world’s best pastries summed up into one, I could feel the heat and my taste buds shot with excitement.

But why is there a drastically long queue way down there with people wanting to maintain a strict line of order. I must have been in a good mood this day because I couldn’t have been more curious.

One of the bakers then stepped out to look at the long line of people waiting, a casual act, that immediately sent a shock wave of anxiety to the queue. Most people took to their phones; some began to scream in a rather mild tone. “It’s ready o!!” “They don dey bring am” sending out different alerts, I taught the lottery had arrived.

Then three bakers pulled up shelves of bread loaves freshly baked and steaming, and immediately started handing  it out to people on the queue. I let out a shrill sigh, a resonance of my dismay “is this what you have been waiting for? Common BREAD”

How ridiculous I thought. So I decided to just walk past the queue and head on to the counter. I could still hear one lady call out to the other “hey madam, please maintain the queue”, God knows I giggled slightly.

“hey, watch it” I called out to man that bumped into  me with the hot loaf he carried, “sorry” he replied and walked away.

And just in that split second, there it was again, that heavenly aroma. WAIT!! (my mental brakes screeched, it, it, it came from that loaf!!)

Oh my days, you don’t say, now it makes sense, the queue, who would deny? YES!! To think it took me this long to realize that aunty’s kitchen produced this wonderful aroma  engulfed in this lovely work of art in pastry called bread (now those are my senses going haywire)

Ahh !! hellll no, I’m getting me some I taught.

And so I found myself on the queue, hoping people would mind the line and in minutes I had my own loaf, paid at the counter and walked out of the store thinking of the experience I just had and was about to have (again that’s me looking forward to eating this amazing loaf)

Oh FLIP!!!  Mum has been waiting in the car.

She rained complaints over my insensitivity and went on for a while as I dropped the “yellow bags that screamed lowest prices” at the back of the car.

It’s  rocket science to wonder why she stopped and asked with a perk of her lip “hmmmn, what’s that ? it smells nice”..



Biodun Laaro..