A Tale of Jollof Rice, Fried Fish & Dodo

I try to keep my family out of Social Media. I feel I am already too exposed by virtue of what I do but this story is one that I have been thinking about.

It was Christmas as usual and our school was asking everyone to bring money for Christmas party. I asked mom (in any case, Dad was far away and won’t be back till 23rd or 24th) and she said she didn’t have money for 3 children but she said she will make it up to us somehow. According to her, the money didn’t justify the returns – food, gift and chance to see Father Christmas. I felt bad because I was expecting to be the laughing stock of the class.

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My Mom’s Agbo-Cola

I had just got back from school. I was tired and thirsty. The sun had been unusually hot and I was forbidden from taking cold water even though I still sneaked into the fridge and steal a sip or two and then replace the stolen sips with ‘ordinary’ water so no one is none the wiser.

“E ku ile ma” I greeted my mom who was sitted in the living room and went to drop my bag in the room. My mom would remind you not to drop your bag even if you tried to sit down after walking in. Of course, that rule evaporates when she is not in the living room when you walk in.

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