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3 years ago.

It was during 2012 while undergoing diploma course at University of Ibadan that my tastebud fell in love with the soup of this Southeastern (Ibo) woman inside Campus market. Her soup was just like the prerequisite course i will need before being posted to serve in the eastern part of the country where the original leaves are at premium. While my friends like the fried(but green colour) rice inside Zik hostel canteen, my favourite is the akpu- fufu and the bitter leaf mixed with okro - draw soup. I cherished the naturality of guys I always meet at the joint- even though I always keep mute as if I have not obtained the talk permit needed to contribute to all funny scenes inside their discussion. I can't forget the day I caught my lecturer Mr. Chidi red-handed dealing with heavy morsel of Yellowish Eba with mixed soup; I couldn't move back but join him in the swallow ministry.
Just today 13/11/15 is another day to observe the once upon a dinning table I once ate from. The tables are stil the same with new table covers tho!( thanks to indomie table cover); the arangement is almost a conserved one since I had to roll aside the blind curtain I was used with, before you can enter the kiosk. Yet no fan, but the place is still breezing even in the realm of swallowing thick fufu coated with vegetables. I met the absence of the proprietres of this school of ibo food but I met her beautiful Ada and sisters - (I heard Ada while making call; she said she will attend University of Ibadan, reason being that she is afraid of hunger if she should go to school far from her home ( I smiled witin my flat tummy and guesed she must have been obsessed by her Mum's food). Ada is gifted with white unset teeth with fair colour skin resembling the palm oil used by her mum; looking cool on the podium when she served me the moderately warm fufu; they were speaking much of Yoruba and English as I waited some few minutes to compose this write up, I was so diasapointed not to hear Igbo language from them ( I just hope they still know the road to their home town)
Now that I need to stand up and take my leave, I will be ready to give you direct description to mama Ada shop anytime you find yourself inside University of Ibadan.

Ayomide Abiona
18/11/2018
Nigeria



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