When a Mango Became the Best Part of My Morning

I woke up craving my usual akara and koko, but the vendor’s tray was empty. On my way back to the office, I spotted a ripe mango calling my name. I paid for it, washed it with a pinch of salt, and used my small office knife to slice into it. The sweet aroma made me forget it was still early morning. Standing for the first bite, I suddenly found myself seated. The mango’s soft flesh melted in my mouth, and its small, flat seed was a pleasant surprise. I ate every bit without sharing, something I would normally never do. I’m thankful to God for moments like these.

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