Why You Should Stop Eating In Restaurants In Nigeria

Everyone loves a fast-food joint, because it is quicker and easier to get the stomach happy once again. 
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Well, it kills the stress to cooking too, and in a scenario where you have to buy oil for your cooker, buy ingredient to cook, buy time, it seem a bit cheaper,  however, is your stomach really worth the compromise? Here are few demerit reasons: 
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1. What was the soup prepared with.

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A large number of people who run fast-food as business are guilty  of going extra-ordinary miles to get customers  inversely, doing the undo. We have had where women use the adulterated water used in cleaning a corpse to cook (as charm). I have actually seen on two occasions, where a woman is arrested for allegedly using human's poo to cook soup. Is this not inhuman?  Most times, when cooking Egusi soup, they buy a cup of Egusi and another whitish stuff then grind it and mix it with the soup which really look like it's a thick egusi soup, actually we know the fake always look like the original.
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2. Dirty environment. 
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So far it's business, they major aim is making money, at times, their environment where they cook might be no different from a public toilet. Who cares better, then?  At times, when you enter their kitchen (which is usually prohibited), what you see would clear your doubts that maybe, this is where maggots are created.
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3. Insults. Insults flow like like electric current here waiting for the vulnerable to devour.
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4. Responsibility. In Nigeria, when a child is seen eating in a restaurant, it is irresponsibility. When an elderly man is seen too, people wonder: 'what about his wife.' Taking responsibility is the best thing that can ever happen to a parenthood, where the husband doesn't look outside for anything and the children alike.. 
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5. Health. There was this day I ate in a fast--food joint. The food was super delicious . I requested for another plate and ate it greedily, wow, my stomach was no longer like a punctured tube, in fact, the basketball got jealous. As I was heading home, my arse began to gossip (oh fada of the heavens! ). It gossiped, then erosion took place in my stomach.
   
I ran to a nearby bush to observe nature's call and before I bent down, there was already a downpour. (Judas should have sold people like the cook  ) It didn't stop there, my stomach would be interpreting Arabic to Swahili that at times I turn back checking if people are behind. Is this not the sign of the last days?  This is not good. At times, the food they good are detrimental to health, and may send you keeping the doctor coming always.
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Tips: Cook whatever you eat so you'll know where your problem comes from.
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