Jollof

The first day you prepare meal at home,

Is the day sand becomes a major cooking ingredient

It will be rice, jollof preferably

The very thing Ghana and Nigeria is yet to have safe grounds on

Even though they know 9ja’s is best

Now back to the main story,

You just graduated from boiling water

I guess that’s where we all started from,

The joy in your lungs will overpower the aftertaste

Mother will take the first spoon,

It will sound like two rusty irons laughing at something

She’ll give you two looks;

The first one says “at your age”

The second will say “where did I go wrong?”

Swiftly followed by a default statement;

“So you don’t have common sense, you lack the initiative”

She knows you don’t, but she says it anyway

She says it always, when you do wrong or

when she’s bankrupt of words to use, she just can’t keep silent you know

It’s a sin to keep silent in an African home, sounds like treason to nature.