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My hands looked nothing like my hands. That's the first thing I thought when...
My hands looked nothing like my hands. That's the first thing I thought when I finally sat down on the porch steps, the wood still warm from the afternoon sun. I turned them over, palms up, and they were someone else's. Red, raw, the skin at the base of my fingers swollen into ridges I'd never seen before. There was a small blister already forming on the pad of my right index finger, a little balloon of clear liquid that I kept staring at, expecting it to pop. I could still feel the vibration o...
📍Lagos, Nigeria The jollof debate is serious business in Lagos, but I’ve done the fieldwork so you don’t have to. After months of tasting (tough job, I know), here are the spots that actually deliver that smoky, party-style jollof rice worth waking up for. First, hit up **Nkechi’s Kitchen** in **Yaba**, right behind the **University of Lagos** gate on **Commercial Avenue**. This is the place for that no-beef-no-prayer vibe. Their jollof is deep red, uses local tomatoes and tatashe, a...
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