When I was younger, my parents bringing Mr Biggs back from work was the ultimate high. There would be no scolding or shouting, just the good feeling of having a Mr Biggs doughnut or my personal favourite, hotdog, in mouth. It made the day all better.
Back then, I would take Mr Biggs rice over my mother’s cooking anyday, I always wished it wasn’t so small. Imagine my joy when I returned from boarding school one holiday to discover that Mr Biggs had opened a branch close by. It was indescribable. Honestly, I didn’t go there that much, but knowing Mr Biggs was close by just gave my stomach a euphoria like feeling. Not to mention I could now get a copy of Supa Strikas more easily.
Whenever my friends and I would gist about eateries, my dear Mr Biggs was always the joke. “Their meat pie is horrible”, “Their rice doesn’t have taste” and on and on. I would nod along even though I didn’t understand what they were saying but I wanted to feel among.
Then Chicken Republic opened a branch close by, and I went there once and it was like “what have I been eating.” I think they eventually took the Mr Biggs branch to the cleaners because I soon forgot about them. Then came KFC and Cold Stone and Mr Biggs began to disappear, till it became just a level above mama put. At least that’s how most people felt. Today, I hear young kids asking for KFC and I just remember how the posh kids when I was younger would have Mr Biggs as the food for their birthday parties.
A lot of the damage to Mr Biggs may have been self-inflicted but maybe we all just became unnecessarily posh too. Nigerians aren’t the type to pick what has become a local brand like Mr Biggs over an international heavy weight like KFC.
Anyways, by society standards, Mr Biggs like Ozone Cinemas is for razzaties and in case you missed the memo, should you take your girlfriend or boyfriend there it’s the beginning of the end of your relationship.