Having Najwa’s Toy For Dinner

Nduku was cooking and I was hungry. Stomach-growling, I-should’ve-ate-lunch hungry. You know, when everything looks good, sounds good, tastes good. Nduku was baking chicken. All was good, until the smell of the quick baked chicken started to smell like burning plastic.

“NAJWA!”

Eh – it was time to clean the oven anyway…