I’m becoming good with coming up with titles these days. LOL.
This story is a few months old. (I just haven’t told it yet.) It’s also about my little brother. I sigh because the interesting things always happen when I’m not at home. But here we go.
William Delali Ofori Jnr was a boy with curious eating habits. He ate well and in sizable quantities – in any instance but actual mealtimes. Nobody knew the reason. During Sunday family lunch, for example, he would eat so little, and then, bored, would always be the first to excuse himself from the dining table. More often than not, however, he would be back in about three or so hours, to continue eating, and eat as if he had been starving since the night before. He was also prone to waking up at ungodly hours in the early a.m.s, pack a plate of food, and by three a.m., he’d be fast asleep again, with a cleared plate on the floor beside his bed.
His father, William Delali Ofori Snr, was a man who didn’t take well to these kinds of antics. “Is that all you want to eat?” he would ask his son during Sunday lunch. “Listen, if you come back in the evening looking for food, there will be no food for you; you better eat now.”
Regularly, though, WDO Jnr paid no heed.
One particular Sudnay, when Delali’s gorgeous and talented (ahem!) big sister, Akotowaa, was battling misery valiantly in boarding school, the other Oforis had a very sumptuous lunch, prepared by his mother, Sylvia Ofori It was macaroons and cheese, Delali’s favourite, so uncharacteristically, he ate more than he usually did on a Sunday afternoon. For once, WDO Snr saw no real reason to complain or pose any threats. And yet, still when lunch had long been over…Delali Jnr snuck down to the kitchen and sneaked some more pasta onto his plate
His father saw him do it, as he took his weekly repose in the living room. He, however, said nothing.
Upon finishing the small plate of food he had dished out for himself, he came to realise it was not satisfactory .He took another trip down the stairs for a second round. Again, his father saw him do it and did nothing. The third time it happened, WDO Snr was on his way out of the house and was beginning to get frustrated.
“Delali!” he said. “What is this piece-piece eating that you are doing? If you want to eat the food, eat the food and stop taking all these tiny portions on your plate, ah!” Then he continued on his way, left the hosue.
Two hours later, Sylvia Ofori came downstairs, only to find her son, sitting slack in his chair, with a bloated stomach, heavily lidded eyes and a completely cleared serving bowl of what had been full of the entire family’s worth of pasta for at least two meals. It was basically wiped clean.
“Ei!” exclaimed his mother, completely incredulous about the fact that her son had managed to consume all this food. He must have been there for a while then, she concluded. His hand was resting on his stomach, and he looked like he was in pain.
“Did you eat all of that food?! But how?”
“D-d-daddy…told…me…to eat it…” Delali could barely even breathe. “He said…I should…eat all the food…instead of small…”
He explained very poorly, but once Sylvia understood what had happened, she laughed till she could barely breathe. What a character Delali was! What a character!