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The Birthday Cake

 This story was possible thanks to a wonderful Nigerian lady.


When you say birthday cake, you think of your favourite cake flavor covered in icing, presented to you on your special day.


You think of all the attention being on you and all the scrumptious flavors of your cake melting in your mouth.


Well, next year, my brother is getting a birthday cake.


More importantly, he's getting a birthday cake made entirely of akara. 


This is as a result of SOMEONE (my brother in case I wasn't clear enough) complaining one too many times about the akara we eat on Saturday mornings.


My mother finally lost it and screamed


"You are getting an akara birthday cake next year!!!"

or something along those lines.







Just a lot less nicer







and with a lot more Igbo.






I hope he gets it.


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