Last night, I had a nightmare that one wicked guy I used to know came to my house. To my greatest shock, I cooked egusi soup party style. That kind of egusi that is thick, with plenty obstacles and enough palm oil. To worsen the matter, I pounded yam in the mortar. He came to the kitchen and I told him I would teach him how to cook the egusi soup. I have been casting and binding since morning. I will also start antimalarials soon. By two factor authentication, this nightmare and previous ones about this guy must disappear. God forbid bad thing