In my family, we are not really the type that drinks coffee every morning.
Some of us do drink it once in a while, others it takes quite a long time.
As for me, the last coffee I took reacted badly to my body.
I had stomachache, and I felt nauseous, though I enjoyed the coffee while drinking it.
Though there is a possibility that when happened to me that day wasn't as a result of the coffee I drank.
But my mind already recorded otherwise.
So, coffee became a close chapter to me until........
My brother travelled to stay with one of our cousins for some time.
During that period, a lot happened at home, though.
It was a mixed reaction as he wasn't around to witness it all.
Yes, one part wanted him to experience it all, while another part was grateful he escaped it.
When he came back after his stay, he looked different.
I was proud to call him my brother, seriously.
He looked so handsome and fresh😁🤩🥰
What!?
Young man, what were you eating all these while?
You weren't doing anything right?
We questioned him.
He smiled and told us he was busy with a lot that he barely eat, but he never forgets to drink a cup of coffee every morning and evening, sometimes at night.
We laughed, not believing him because he loves food.
He agreed that he wasn't fasting every day but occasionally he skips him meal not a cup of coffee twice or thrice daily.
He went on with telling us about how his students in computer school made him stay awake to study more, in other not to disappoint during class.
“Coffee helped me too oo,my biggest companion”
That's when we believed him.
He went to bring the bag he packed the coffee only to find out that he forgot it in our cousin's house 😂😂😂😂
But at least we can see the wonders of coffee in his life 😂😂
I just remembered and decided to share it here with the community.
It's my first write ✍️
Thank you very much for reading through.