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THE MOROCCAN LOVE POT: Couscous

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" Can I call you on Saturday ?", he asked. That sounded like a good idea that no matter what, I had no tangible reason to turn it down — it's the weekend! This was the first time I actually got an open invitation to a Moroccan home to taste Moroccan cuisine, home-prepared  with lots of love.  (who doesn't love some  " home cho "? ) . I thought to myself that it was a good opportunity for me to immerse myself in the culture, at the very least reveling in it. It's  11 o'clock in the morning,  I'm still in bed half-awake when the call from an unknown number came through. I figured it might be Marwan since I hardly receive phone calls from my number. This was not far from truth as the person at the other end of the phone bellowed " weeeesh ". " Oh yeah what's up ? How's it going ? You already had breakfast ? " Breakfast you said?  I don't recall the very last time I made time to eat a hearty breakfast; It's just...
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Real friends are hard to come by

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True friends are hard to find

" More friends ; more troubles" , a friend once told me. He was the type who took delight in being known by many people . However ,real friends are not in the numbers but few. Though he was surrounded by a lot of "friends" , none was indeed a friend . Some come into our lives just to serve their own turn upon us. They've got their own motive befriending you for their selfish interest . This friend am talking about had a lot of them  . For friends and followers on social media , it leaves much to be desired . The plethora of friends and followers one may have  is mere virtuality. Since reality is entirely different from what is on Facebook ,Twitter and Instagram.

Always will they be by you .I really cherish my true friends.

Felix Eduful, Desmond Adjei and  Lord Wallace , when are we going to town again ?




:(Kwame Aceson
:(Kofi Drey
:( Kwesi Chapterz
:( Kwesi Byron Aristotle

But least do we know that some friends are meant to leave indelible marks on our lives and personality . Those are the friends that endeavour to leave footprints in the sands of time . Be there for you whatever the call may be . They are always in your life not for their selfish interest . And I personally think I have met those rare gems . Indeed a true friend is hard to find but  I found mine . Not one ; you can name them yourself.

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