"You know, in no time, I'll be the fastest runner on this planet. I'll beat Usain Bolt too," I said to my friend over the telephone as I chewed upon the boiled sweet potatoes that had black salt sprinkled.
I saw my Mom grin.
When I put down the receiver, I inquired.
"All eat, and no sweat will not make you the fastest runner, sunny boy!"
"Bolt eats Yam, while I choose to eat Sweet Potatoes that are way more nutritious than the latter. So, for starters, that has notched up my slot." I said with a wide smile.
