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.
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