Getting around: bolekaja (cargo trucks), okada (scooters/bikes). I hate danfo.
Everyday people: obioma (seamsters), madam put (roadside eatery), gate man (security)
Food: nkwobi, obacha and palm oil, real ogiri smell, goat head pepper soup, real ewedu and amala – not the processed crap you find here, Agabalumo fruit, road side food like pear, corn and suya!
Places: Victoria Island, Lekki Beach, Ajao Estate, Festac
‘Normal’ things we do: killing goats and chickens in the backyard, haggling in the market, fetching water from the next door neighbor’s bore-hole, playing ten-ten, playing team hopscotch on wet sand
Celebrations: Ji Ofuo (New Yam Festival), Id-Il-Fitri (no school plus our Muslim neighbors give us a lot of ram meat), thanksgiving at church, Boxing Day (day after Christmas)
Sounds: Muslim call to prayer at 5 a.m., conductors shouting destinations, hawkers shouting out wares, Harmattan wind in December, fights in face-me-I-face-you (one-room apartments)
Things I am not so fond of: fetching water, washing dishes in the backyard, washing clothes in the freezing Harmattan morning, walking to the market and NOT coming back with what my mother wanted, getting mugged in the market, cooking, (at the time was a pain, now I love it…thank goodness for kitchen gadgets), being dropped off for catechism while my siblings went out to Federal Palace Hotel or Bar Beach, my brothers hogging the TV (which explains why I always have two TVs), waking up at 5 a.m. for early Sunday mass.
Things I miss doing: having akara or moimoi and ogi after mass, having rice and stew for lunch on Sundays, enjoying a rare “serve yourself” (buffet) my father hosted for the entire family including the boy-boys, maids, uncles, aunts, cousins, next door neighbors, in fact anyone who walked in the door, going on family outings
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