People aound me know I love food. Scratch that. I love GOOD food! So I remember when I went to naija and I was just craving everything I hadn’t eaten in a while. I wrote a list of meals to be demolished; suya dey dia, fresh fish peppersoup dey dia, kilishi dey too, isiewu & nkwobi enter d list too.
Na so one day an aunt of mine overheard me saying I want to eat ‘efo’. She kon extend invitation gimme…she raved about how her efo was one in town and na so I just dey lick lips dey salivate. She said ‘come on friday evening’…I have never missed a food appointment in my life; I got there 40 minutes early!
When I reach the house…I was waiting for the aroma of the efo to envelop me in the parlour but I perceived nothing. I tilted my nose to the left and to the right…still nothing. Ah, abi she don cook the soup since put am for freezer? Ok na. An hour into my visit the food never still comot kitchen shuooo. I was pretending I didn’t come to their house for the sole purpose of food. I was watching TV and commenting on how cute their daughter was and how nice the curtains by the window and how fascinating I found that their doorknob was red in colour…I was going on and on about nothing.
