He said he wanted a decent meal He just had breakfast, I though for a while He ate very well and asked for more akara as well He was happy to say thank you and smiled as he swayed He came back talking to me to say “I want a decent meal” Please … Continue reading A decent meal
READ EPISODES 1 – 2 My illness kept me away from school for over a week. During that time, I made a most annoying trip to a local clinic where a nurse not only gave me several injections, but they sent me home with a take-away present: bitter medicine to be taken at prescribed intervals … Continue reading The Day I Will Never Forget | Episode 3: Revenge on a Plate of Party Jollof Rice
Priceless are the memories of Mumsie’s cooking From the elasticity of her pounded yam, to the thickness of her soup With road blocks of periwinkles, dry fish and beef ! My mouth still waters at the memory Best of all was her Sunday, Sunday Special Jollof rice ! From the picking of the stones from … Continue reading Jollof Rice
I am a respecter of a man’s diet and bedding, they contain some of the most telling attributes about a character. Six am that morning, Matthew’s scraping and shuffling about woke Ifeanyi and I. It was the normal waking ritual but this morning it sounded as though he was preparing enough acha to feed his … Continue reading Beds And Breakfasts
Something dey inside my mama food No be lie. The taste and aroma na die, You fit go London come back nothing like am Or America sef, chai na wire. Something dey inside my mama food Wey dey make me think about am day and night, Like person wey don shack ogogoro. No be mouth … Continue reading Something dey inside my Mama Food
Kitchen. Day. Int Camera opens on James in the kitchen preparing noodles. He got everything into the pot and brought out a phone from his pocket with a headphone, then put on the music to dance. There came a knock on the door, while James struggles to look after the pot, he broke a plate. … Continue reading The Food(Short film Script)
Synopsis: A teenage girl hawking mangoes on the streets of Lagos has only one goal: to raise enough money to pay her examination fees. Her short, but colorful journey turns out to be an adventure, and a brief glimpse into the lives of her customers. Of particular note, are the customers who purchase the last three … Continue reading Three Mangoes: A Short Story
I love swallow…as in swallow food! In my home Fufu, Amala, Eba etc. all fall under the umbrella of swallow. I could easily have it for breakfast, lunch and dinner; it does not matter to me. I don’t discriminate so please don’t assume that there must be an exception to this heart felt choice as … Continue reading Swallow
Once upon a midnight, MIDNIGHT, While I pondered in the low light, Over curious pathology That I’d never seen before, While I nodded, nearly napping, Suddenly there came a tapping, As of someone gently rapping, Rapping at my bedroom door. Ah, distinctly I remember It was long before September, And the hunger was a-biting, And … Continue reading Yam-Porridge – An Adventure
As I slam my pestle into the unlucky pieces of yam lying helplessly in the mortar, my heart pounds rhythmically against my chest. I feel the seismic vibration. It complements the pestle-pummelling-mortar sound nicely. The harmony of both pounding sounds is however not as synchronized as the one that comes out of Mama Shade’s kitchen. … Continue reading Keeping Family Tradition