Ezinne Ekwueme
@ezinneekwuemeelechi942715
1 year ago

My mother told me a story told by her mother when she was just but a child
She sang me a song sung to her mother's mother when she was just but a girl
This story and this song required no heard words
Just the blend of comestibles and love for the art of food

Her dexterity with ingredients like a surgeon with her scalpel and a painter with his brush
In the kitchenette my sisters and I squat, our love for this dish a raving rush

Water meets pan and pan fire,that same story waiting to be told
All the ingredients come together like spells out of a gilmore
This tale is as old as time and more
Grains that leave you spell bound
Mouth watering, a nectar of gods


Travel far and nigh, as I may
The thoughts of this dish keeps me sane and rooted to my terrain
Because when words betray, a tray is set before me
The song replayed, the story retold
and in the pot of rice and stew, I glimpse my mother's face
Food is memories and your memories never fade.

#Poetry
#FlavoursOfHome

-Ekwueme-Elechi, E.

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