And so it was that I tasted ‘oha soup’ last week. I went on a lunch date with my colleague. She had promised me a poundie lunch for so long. Until the good Lord touched her heart midweek and she fulfilled her […]
And so it was that I tasted ‘oha soup’ last week. I went on a lunch date with my colleague. She had promised me a poundie lunch for so long. Until the good Lord touched her heart midweek and she fulfilled her promise.
I enjoyed it sha. But I overdid myself the next time we went same place for lunch. I was ‘sponsoring’ myself this time. Because oha tasted nice and I had heard so much about white soup, I decided to go on a soup adventure.
I didn’t have to wait too long to regret it. Brethren, shildren of God, when the white soup was brought, I began to scream, forgetting I wasn’t alone in the restaurant.
“Warris this? How come this soup is white like this?”, I blurted
“But that’s how it is,” my colleague answered me lamely.”That’s why it is called white soup”.
“OK, where is the red oil? Where is the pepper?” I screamed more
The man sharing a table with us even intervened
“That’s how they make white soup. I would have requested for it if I knew it was available.”
Me, an Ibadan geh cannot eat any soup without oil and pepper.
So, I made another order for oha soup. Then, I passed the white soup to my colleague.
When I tasted it with one ball of pounded yam later out of curiosity, it tasted like pepper soup.
It was peppery, with a lot of offal inside. (Offal- Edo, shaki, round about, ifun, fuku).
Besides, I know a better pounded yam place in Garki that’s better than that restaurant.
Back then in school, when I used to have some notorious friends who used to eat at Iya number 1’s buka(ogbomoso). They told me that it’s not good to wash your hand in the big bowl usually placed in the middle.
Wash your hand on the floor because according to them, that water will be used for rituals against you and you will find yourself going there over and over again.
Strangely, this statement stuck with me all through since I left school even though I never ate out while in school(never in a buka) but Amazing Grace, Alata milk and honey(only after I had left school and was around for project), Amina’s cafeteria beside Adenike hostel(who can remind me of the name?)
That statement now follows me around in Garki. Those days I used to follow OBF2 to eat pounded yam, I’d wash my hand under the table while he would wash inside the big basin. I shook my head each time. Then, I’d plead the blood of Jesus so that their juju would never catch me. Of course, it never did.
About last week’s problems, two were solved
1. My glasses
I went somewhere in Garki to fix it. While it was being fixed with another frame, the lens broke in the guy’s hands. All of a sudden, I put my hands on my head like those women in Orita-merin/Mopo/Ojaaba market and began to shout “yeeee, owo wogbo,____teen taasand”.
The guy didn’t even utter a word. He just carried it and left. Several thoughts were running through my mind. ” where will I get another money for lens?”. What of the stress of going to the hospital? They had put my eye inside a machine the last time. I was scared. I began to ‘ranju’ inside the machine and the optician got tired of me. Las las, he had to use the manual method which I was more conversant with.
Long and short of it, the guy fixed the broken lens with a new one using my focal length/reading and everything became cool and dandy again. Got a frame that looks almost exactly like the last one in colour and shape.
2. My Amala problem got solved
I was standing by the bus after work on Monday evening minding my business when I saw OBF2 open the booth of his car somewhere in front. He didn’t see me. I watched him closely as he began to arrange the bags inside the booth. What I saw made me do a double take-a heavy bag of garri(that’s a no-no for me sha, eye issues), epo pupa and damn it, elubo.
So I rushed him from behind. I began to drag the bag of elubo with him.
“Aboki, what are you doing with amala powder?(yam flour)
” No be me get am”, he replied
“Lie kill you there. Wait fess, make I carry small”.
Then we began to struggle with the elubo o. He managed to push me aside, locked his booth and ran away but not until he promised getting me mine.
He delivered mine before the end of the week. I haven’t even opened the nylon(BTW, nylon is called leather in abuja. Those people don’t know anything. How on earth can nylon be equated with leather? Don’t they know the meaning of leather?)😁