That's what everything is called here.
As long as the food has some kind of liquid it is plasas.
From Okro, Egusi, Spinach, and Vegetable soup, everything is plasas.
Imagine my surprise when I felt I was making giant strides in my krio language class: only to learn that all the exotic soups we struggle to classify back home are all shipped into a bowl called plasas.
Are we commonizing the goodness and faithfulness of God?
Are we trivializing the daily miracles we enjoy?
You are not medication dependent, institutionalized or incarcerated somewhere but, you don't seem to find a reason for gratitude?
I think you make just have a case of plasas syndrome.
It has been raining back to back here, and I was complaining. Looking at this picture I took a few months ago, gratitude wells up from inside my heart for many things
1. Life to be able to witness the changing seasons
2. Eyes that can see the breathtaking view
3. The mental faculty to understand and enjoy what my eyes see.
When next you want to shift into plasas mode, flip the switch, and open your eyes, you will find many things to be grateful for.
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