The Day I Will Never Forget, Episode 3: Revenge on a Plate of Party Jollof Rice
You see this picture of Party Jollof Rice? Does it make you hungry? It made me v-e-r-y hungry. Have I successfully tortured you with images of food on an empty or close-to-empty stomach?
*growl*
I’ll take that as a “Yes.”
*evil grin*
You’re welcome!
I hope you had a fantastic weekend. Mine was okay. I can’t complain.
Here’s Part 3 of the current series, “The Day I Will Never Forget.”
Enjoy!
The Day I Will Never Forget, Episode 2: The Boy with the Fat Cheeks
It’s Chubby Cheek Monday! Lol! Not really.
How was your weekend? I hope you got loads of rest, like me. 🙂
Here’s Part 2 of The Day I Will Never Forget.
Have a great week!
The Day I Will Never Forget, Episode 1: Our Class Teacher, the Rabbit Lover
We all knew about the rabbits. It was not a secret. Every student in my Primary 3 class – 5, 6, 7 year olds just like me – was aware that Miss Agbo, our class teacher, absolutely loved rabbits.
The first clue was the picture alphabet chart celotaped to one of the orange walls of our classroom. It was the first thing that caught your eye when you walked into class, an eruption of colors contrasting with the blackboard, which took up a sizeable portion of the wall in front of the class.
The presence of the alphabet chart was ironic; we were all well past the age of learning our A-B-Cs, and in fact, anyone who didn’t know at age 6 that “A” was for “Apple” was considered a “D”: Dunce. Or “O”: Olodo, the more pathetic, local and certainly more humiliating term for a dunce. Borrowed from Yoruba, of course.
But what was a picture alphabet chart doing in a Primary 3 classroom?
Good question. read more…
The Day I Will Never Forget: A Serialized Short Story
I have missed blogging! Hopefully, you missed me too. 🙂 Believe me, I did not plan to stay away this long. It just happened.
Enough with the whining. read more…
For the Love of Plantain: A Very Short Story
Stella strolled into the grocery store, one hand clutching the cell phone glued to her left ear, while the other hand fiddled with the contents of her handbag.
Where was the list?
Rummaging among receipts of past purchases and other pieces of paper, she finally emerged triumphant. In her right hand, she held the prize: a short, handwritten list of items she absolutely had to buy that evening.
Not that she couldn’t remember three basic items without a list. Far from it. But for whatever reason, writing it down, just the process alone, all that fuss made the goal a little more special: a home-cooked meal of plantain pottage with bits of nchuawun* added to give it a little something extra.
In place of nchuawun, or ahimu as some people called it, which was clearly unavailable in this small town, she would have to make do with basil. This pottage recipe was one a friend had sent her earlier in the week, after Stella had casually mentioned that April was her “month of plantain.”
“What do you mean?” Etunu had asked in disbelief. “Other people are declaring that April is their month of supernatural abundance, but na plantain you dey face. Why?”
Stella chuckled and her reply was: read more…
To the Couple Kissing and Fondling Outside my Window at Starbucks
On the Road to Makurdi: Episode 3 (The Truth According to Sewuese)
Welcome to a brand new week! And guess what’s happening today? No, they’re not giving away free suya samples at the mall (you wish).
Nope!
The final part of On the Road to Makurdi is here.
Read and enjoy.
…. And have an awesome week ahead!
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