If there is one thing I love and yet hate about my home is the type of music that catches my dad’s fancy. We are Igbo so my dad is into Oliver De’ Coque and other proper Igbo hi-life music. My dad is also big on them Akanchawa type of gospel music and you have no idea how pissed I feel waking up to such high auto-tuned shrieking sound every Sunday morning. Don’t get me wrong though; I love highlife music – my favourite is Sunny Bobo. I like his music. It’s high-life with loud ogene infused with a modern bassline that just keeps you bumping.
My favourite Sunny Bobo song is “Okro no be soup”. Whenever I hear it a big smile just lights up my face because he is indeed speaking the truth.
Okro no be soup o
Na lie o
Pinkala no dey sour o
Kwrangida no be naira
Na managementi o
First let me state it here that I do not like okro soup. I think okro soup tastes like ‘struggle’. Hearing Sunny Bobo sing that just validated my opinions and since then I have made a strong effort not to settle for less. Of course a lot of people do not seem to think like this they believe that okro soup is the best thing since sliced bread.
The other day, my boss sent his driver to go get him lunch specifically telling him to buy eba and okro soup, even going as far as calling the driver when he got there to remind him that he wanted okro soup. The guy went ahead and bought something else. Have you ever seen the wrath of a hungry and angry man before? I had a full glare in the office that day. Personally I really don’t understand why my boss was angry; I want a driver like that. If I were to ever get as hungry as to ask for eba and okro soup, I would even permit a shock therapy. I like that driver.
But what is so special about a slimy meal that you have to eat with extra caution so you don’t have a map on your shirt when you are done anyway?
Someone said the reason he likes okro soup so much is because it is the best soup to steal meat from; everything just slides back into position and nobody will know.
That’s about the only thing great about okro soup.
I have nothing against people that love okro soup, I mean, whatever makes your boat float. I just feel we should just call it what it is – struggle. You can’t be soaking garri like you are having caviar. Yes we soak garri for different reasons, whether because we are too broke to afford proper food or that we have not had it in awhile and just want to re-acquaint ourselves with the taste (even the richest of us still do) but when we do, we are still able to recognise that it is garri and we would actually prefer to have caviar.
You just can’t compare okro soup to properly made Oha soup thickened with coco yam complete with beef, stock fish, shrimps … I should stop here. But you get my point. No matter what you do to okro it will still be a slimy dish with or without lumps depending on how you cut it up. I think what makes it worse for me is that okro soup is the distant cousin of ewedu which tastes like tears shed in struggle. (Like its taste is so sad, it has to be served with stew) and ogbono that looks like a baby’s poop. How do people even eat stuff like that? Yuck!
Okro does have its benefits though; I hear that it’s good for ulcer as it tends to heal the injured stomach walls, which is like taking drugs in form of food. It just goes ahead to buttress my point that okro is struggle food, I mean who enjoys taking drugs? If you do, I think you should keep stuff like that to your self.
All this talk about food is getting me hungry. If you choose to eat okro soup, please by all means do and the comments section is open for you to rant about; off to find me some caviar for lunch.