After the Sanctuary work on Saturday, I wanted to ease myself so I went to the toilet to urinate. On my way back, I heard one of the old women narrating her experience the previous Saturday. She had smoked some banana /plantain for them to enjoy after work. She told her friends if they are interested in bole (smoked plantain) with palm oil.
On hearing this, some of her friend already took position, spread clothe on the ground and sat down to unleash their hunger on this delicious food. She brought out the oil, poured it inside a plate and she was looking for the bole. The bole is nowhere to be found.
Her friends disappointed but they trusted her that she can't joke with such things.
On getting home, she sighted the bole on her kitchen couch. She packed everything but the bole.
