The lingering taste of warm achicha as it dissolves in my mouth has been a confession I have left unfinished.
Food is almost ready and my mother calls me to have a taste of it. Few steps away from the kitchen and my nostrils are fully engaged in a mission to empty the pot before food is served. The rhyming sensation and colour of rich palm oil and akpaka lit up my facial expression as I arrived at the kitchen. "Nne taste it and tell me if I should add anything, ''she said. As greedy as I could be, I took a spoonful of achicha and shoved it slowly into my mouth. It was an act of surrender as the food dived in, to consecrate my tongue and belly. The subtle taste of uziza leaf reunites my senses that after every sweetness there was a tragedy of bitterness. As they say truly the way to a man's heart is food and I do miss my mother's achicha.
#Poetry #FlavoursOfHome

@marilynossai697412

@amarachiokoro

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Marilyn Ossai @marilynossai697412

Nice one. You did justice to it
1 year ago

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Taiwo Jemimah @taiwojemimah

nice one. you can as well vote for me
1 year ago

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Taiwo Jemimah @taiwojemimah

nice one. you can as well vote for me
1 year ago

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Amarachi Anastasia Okoro @amarachiokoro

beautiful poem. I love it
11 months ago

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