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Emmanuel Daniji Nigeria Content Writer @ Ink&Quill Publications
In Psychology 3 min read
Potatoes, Eggs, and Coffee Beans
<p>It was a quiet Sunday morning at <strong>TwoCents Restaurant &amp; Café</strong>, the kind of morning where the smell of fresh croissants mingled with the low hum of jazz floating from the speakers. <strong>Delight</strong> sat by the counter, her face buried in her palms, a cold cup of latte by her side.</p><p><br/></p><p>Her father, <strong>Tobi Igbinedion</strong>, the chef and co-owner of the café, noticed her sighs between every few seconds. He had seen that sigh before—life was knocking, and Delight wasn’t sure she had the strength to answer.</p><p><br/></p><p>“Talk to me, Dee,” he said, wiping his hands on his apron.</p><p><br/></p><p>She looked up, eyes weary. “Dad, I’m just… tired. Tired of trying, tired of things falling apart. It’s like, every time I fix one thing, something else breaks.”</p><p><br/></p><p>Tobi smiled faintly and nodded. Without saying a word, he turned toward the kitchen.</p><p><br/></p><p>“Come,” he said.</p><p><br/></p><p>Delight followed him reluctantly, wondering if he was about to give another one of his <em>TwoCents lessons</em>.</p><p><br/></p><p><img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/IMG-20251007-WA0012.jpg"/></p><p><br/></p><p>He filled three small pots with water and placed them on the stove. As the water began to boil, he dropped <strong>potatoes</strong> into the first pot, <strong>eggs</strong> into the second, and a handful of <strong>ground coffee beans</strong> into the third.</p><p><br/></p><p>Not a single word.</p><p><br/></p><p>Delight folded her arms, impatience written all over her face. The steam rose; the minutes dragged.</p><p><br/></p><p>After a while, he turned off the heat. Carefully, he scooped the potatoes into a bowl, the eggs into another, and poured the coffee into a cup. Then he turned to her.</p><p><br/></p><p>“What do you see?”</p><p><br/></p><p>“Potatoes, eggs, and coffee,” she replied flatly.</p><p><br/></p><p>“Good. Now touch the potatoes.”</p><p><br/></p><p>She did—and they were soft.</p><p><br/></p><p>“Break the egg.”</p><p><br/></p><p>She cracked it open; the inside was firm and hard.</p><p><br/></p><p>“Now taste the coffee.”</p><p><br/></p><p>The aroma alone made her smile. “It smells amazing,” she said.</p><p><br/></p><p>Tobi leaned on the counter and looked at her gently.</p><p><br/></p><p>“You see, all three went through the same boiling water—the same pressure, the same heat. But each reacted differently. The <strong>potato</strong> went in strong and came out weak. The <strong>egg</strong> went in fragile but came out tough inside. And the <strong>coffee beans</strong>—they did something different. They changed the water itself.”</p><p><br/></p><p>He paused, letting the thought sink in as the scent of coffee filled the café.</p><p><br/></p><p>“Life will always turn up the heat, Dee. But the question is—will you let it soften you, harden you, or transform you into something better?”</p><p><br/></p><p>Delight stared at the cup of coffee for a long moment, then smiled softly. “I think… I want to be the coffee.”</p><p><br/></p><p>Tobi chuckled. “Good choice. The world needs more people who can turn boiling water into something worth drinking.”</p><p><br/></p><h3>---<br/></h3><h4><strong>TwoCents Takeaway:</strong></h4><p>Life will always bring the heat. What matters most isn’t what happens to you—but what happens <em>within</em> you.</p><p><br/></p><p>So… <strong>which one are you?</strong></p><p>🥔 Potato?</p><p>🥚 Egg?</p><p>☕ Coffee Bean?</p><p><br/></p><p>---</p><p><br/></p><p><strong>Until next time — stay wise, stay grounded, stay brewing. ☕</strong></p><p><br/></p>
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Potatoes, Eggs, and Coffee Beans
By Emmanuel Daniji
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