Culinary Delights

Ah ìyàn funfun, king of the swallows beckoned to me in Ekiti man’s land

I must heed your call before I enter Ado Èkìtì

Gastric juices don dey para for man belle

Your union with ọbẹ̀ egusi, omu ẹran and ọ̀kẹ́rẹ́ patiently submerged in ọbẹ̀ ata river, no man can resist.

Ah, èkó àkéte, ìlú ọgbọ́n

Where the best culinary option is presented to you as soon as you wake up

Ẹwà agọ̀yìn plus it’s peppered sause marching in formation with the quintessential Agege bread

Now you are ready to dare the traffic jam at Oshodi òkè.

Hmm, Ẹ̀gbá Ọmọ Lisabi

Where ofada rice, goat meat and Yoruba peppered stew was given to me

Sweating and smiling like a world cup winner one hour later

I joined them in singing “máa yọ, máa yọ, máa yọ ó, lórí Olúmọ.

Urhobo Wado, the Land of my waters

Where you eat hot Ukodo spiced with pepper and goat meat

Make sure your Usi and Banga soup is served hot too

Your stomach will personally thank you later for treating it well. (Belch)

I don’t want to start any food battles between the Yoruba’s and the Tiv’s

But Pounded Yam in Makurdi is different from the one at Ilesa

Some love it soft, some prefer it hard

Keep your opinion to yourself, Oga wash hand and chop.

“Chop life, na you dey work the money” a bearded man told me at Enugu

So I ordered for Isi Ewu and one chilled malt

“I cannot come and kill myself” said the bearded man continued as he sat opposite me

He demolished six packet shirts with Olubu soup, downed it all with some Tombo liquor.

I can’t forget the Land of Rex Lawson and Ijaw man’s Keke fieye

Yellow Sisi served yellow Garri and native soup brimming with crayfish, periwinkles, at Ekeremor

While Nigeria battles Ghana in Jollof wars

Rivals no dey for us for the boli and dried fish department except you neva reach Circular road for Elekahia.

There is rice in Kano I was told

This is the oracle that gave birth to fura denunu

You have not seen skill until see Adamu pouring hot tea from cup to cup on a cold harmattan morning

With boiled egg, bread, and tea standing by that is if you refuse to vote for indomie.

Wakawaka throway me put for Efik land

Dem serve me Afia fere I no sabi road to Port Harcourt again

Edikainkong na big man there for those wey sabi

Well, service don finish, make we sing Akanam Nkwe, while we all head up to Iya Nofiat for some Amala fele fele àti gbégìrì aláta suẹ suẹ.

SELAH.

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