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Jollof lessons- 6 hillarious #WorldJollofRiceDay tweets.

How did we even come about a day for celebrating jollof rice?

Did some extremely busy diplomats ever hold a meeting to discuss the importance of this meal and separate a day unto it? Perhaps its influence in West AFrican unity and inter-country relations.
Everyone knows I am a huge jollof fan though, so I have no complaints. Just wondering.

For me, jollof rice is a ready reminder that the race is not to the swift or the battle to the strong, time and chance happens to them all. I mean, picture fried rice and all the preparation that goes into it. It costs more to prepare and is sometimes reserved for special occasions. Jollof on the other hand is easily accessible. People do not have to think twice before making it and it requires only the basics. Yet, it enjoys widespread acceptance, unwavering loyalty and total love from all and sundry. I know lots of people who do not particularly appreciate fried rice, but i have hardly met anyone who will turn down a plate of jollof.

That just tells me that I might not be overly posh or dripping of effizzy, I might not roll in the best crowds or have the prettiest face. It doesn't matter much, I only need to enjoy being who I am, keep at doing everything I do well. Really, many things do not matter except the quality of my person. Jollof has excelled and so will I if I do not become weary in doing good.

See these tweets that totally made my morning.

That is how Oando combined jollof making with gas selling, just because it's #WorldJollofRiceDay

























This guy who drew a map and the statement of fact above it...






















Because jollof has no end...
























This wise saying from a very wise man...
















This confession about the true motivation for party attendance...


























This poll that should have been just option one...

















This new reason to look forward to retirement...

























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Happy World Jollof Rice Day!











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