Tonight I shall consume the epitome of a typical Ghanaian dish; A Carbs-filled mashed concentrate, a fat-sodden mass, laughably called 'white meat', with a mix of stew covered entirely in palm oil (My mind has a more flattering name for it, Omotuo and Groundnut soup with chicken)... perhaps washed down with a large sized beer.
Tonight, I knowingly go off to completely disregard my otherwise stringent diet, squandering my gains in this battle of the bulge.
I will probably awake on the moro racked with an inconsolable pang of guilty and self-loathing -- At least until my morning coffee
But I must -- I MUST compromise and renege my absolute power over my constituents and resign myself (For the time) to being a constitutional leader over myself -- Lest I face an all-out-coup and disbandment of the healthier order for one of instant gratification, debauchery and total anarchy.
tis a better thing I do than I have ever done....
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