It was a sunny afternoon when the sun was in its hottest. Voke, after a long trek from the school finally got home and dashed straight to the kitchen to be sure that her hope wasn't in vain. She left the kitchen smiling after opening the pot of soup and the cooler where her mum normally keep the solid food from getting cold one after the other and few minutes after, Voke was back to the kitchen with a wrapper tied around her waist. She had dropped her bag and removed all that she was putting on save her undies. For the best way to enjoying a decent meal to her, means eating without your cloths on. This act according to her, will allow the sweat pass on freely across the body without any hindrance and nothing stopping her meal from her mouth, down to her throat then through to her stomach. "Only the certified foodie can understand this concept" she had always mentioned.

After dishing her meal, she carried it straight to the sitting room. Ignoring the dining table, she went straight to the floor. Served herself a cold water from the refrigerator, placed it beside her food, and sat on the floor.  Moving very closer to the food, She spread her legs widely open and placed the food in between the spaces within her laps. And Blowing away the sweat that has steamed up all over her body, she settled down to embark on a mission she has been so looking forward into.. Staring right into her face was a big bowl of fufu with black soup accompanied with a cup of chilled water. She indeed needed that water...For the sun had dealt well with her earlier.

Voke washed her hand, and with so much excitement, she began to devour the meal and from the speed in which her hand was moving to and fro from the plate to her mouth, one could easily tell that she had no intention of making the meal get cold before she finished with it or leaving any room for leftovers. And within minutes, the mountain heap of fufu had become a fallow ground...the bowl of fufu was empty, and Voke carried her plate of soup on her mouth sipping everything left of it the down to her throat while her tongue completed the assignment licking the remnant leaving the plate as clean as it was before usage.

Filled with so much satisfaction and a sense of fulfilment, she rubbed through her stomach that has suddenly metamorphosed into a pot belly, with the palm of her hand, and mumbled to herself "Well done Voke, you are indeed the true daughter of your father. Now you need to sleep". And sluggishly, she dragged herself to the kitchen with the plates, and went straight to her room. "After all, a good and satisfying meal under a hot sun would not be completed without a good sleep....... " Voke sighed as she wondered to the land of dreams......