I once went to my favorite ice cream joint. It was late and I was aware I might not get my whiskey-cream flavored ice cream. I just hoped I would, my week was far from stellar, the rate at which the Naira is free falling defies the laws of gravity. I can bet that I am faster in multiplication than a calculator once I see a Dollar or Pound exchange rate. If I can get some ice cream maybe the Naira will rise like the bread they used to give us in secondary school. Yes, I have brainwashed myself into thinking that this ice cream can move the mountain of bad luck from my life. I see only 3 scoops left plus the price has increased by 150 bucks! “God my life!” I am making life decisions of either placing my usual order or re-evaluating my belief in the mythical powers of this said ice cream. My Mum looks at me aghast and says, “Seriously, you are catching fever because of ice cream and people are looking for food and water to eat and drink!” (Sighs) I am thoroughly shamed, I just had a shitty week but there are people who have had consistently, years so bad, shitty doesn't scratch the surface. I am a horrible person. I still bought ice cream although it was half my usual amount, I just could not say no. Back in the car, my mum looked at me with kindness upon seeing that I was embarrassed and said the following words to me. “I can imagine the want for the ice cream you feel although I might not understand your feelings fully and there are people with relatively more important needs that you might not feel or have gone through, but you can only imagine how they feel am I right?” I nod in agreement. My companion continues. please do NOT forget to share