I remember a crazy thing my brother (5) said to me one day.

He came to me while I was cooking and said, "Aunty Chima, please add plenty pepper to the portage o, the one they served in my dreams did not have enough pepper"

I was like, "ah! You were eating in your dream? Why did you not tell mummy?

As i was looking at him strangely, he said, "I would have told her, but I am not ready to drink annointing oil jare"