Oh Palm Oil Where Art Thou?

I am in any town USA visiting relatives for the next few days and discovered this evening that I was out of palm oil and did not have any in my trusty spiritual travel bag (I’m still trying to figure out how this happened). About 6pm I decided to go in search of some palm oil so I could make things do what they do.

Well, after 2 1/2 hours and a 1/4 tank of gas, I still had no palm oil. I drove past an Indian market and got excited because I felt that this might be it… the store that would be my savior. It took me 15 minutes to find a parking space and guess what? This store had everything except palm oil. Every-mofo-thing except that orange gold. To say that I was in my feels is an understatement, I was beyond aggravated!!

I had spent a ridiculous amount of time driving around, hoping in and out of my car looking for an elusive bottle of palm oil and found nothing. My question to myself was, ‘how in the hell is there no palm oil in this diverse part of town?’. Did I mention how aggravated I was?

Anywho, on my way back to my car, I decided to walk around the block to calm down because it was silly of me to be this upset over palm oil. While I was walking I came across a house all decked out for Halloween with a full blown party going on. The owner of the house was standing outside with other adults and kids in creative costumes laughing and chatting when I walked by. The owner asked me if I wanted a piece of candy and I started to decline but decided why not. After all of that driving around a piece of chocolate was probably earned. Before I knew it, I ended up in a conversation and had forgotten, for the moment, about finding some palm oil. After about 30 minutes one of the men in the group asked me what brought me to their part of town and I responded, palm oil. The lady of the house asked me if I needed some because she had plenty.

I swear you could have knocked me over with a feather because that was the last thing I expected. To end up at a Halloween party and leave with a cupful of palm oil was not on my agenda but I was not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. As I was leaving and saying thank you as well as goodbye to everyone , that’s when I noticed the Ogun pot in the corner. I could not have made this evening up even if I tried. Ogun had the first, middle and last laugh tonight and, I am laughing right along with him. Well played Baba, well played.

I’ve got a cup full of palm oil, a few Kit Kats and a bag of M&M’s on the passenger seat and, a memorable evening that I will laugh about many times over.

Help is always there when needed. If I didn’t take this sentiment to heart before, after tonight, I most certainly will.

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