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My favorite dish: grilled croaker fish and chips "You who buy imported western food; don’t you know how important food is to a culture and that by avoiding it you are avoiding connecting with your host culture?" "You who buy food from the local market and street vendors, don’t complain when you get typhoid or amoebic dysentery. It’s your own fault. You know how unsanitary all that is." (https://www.alifeoverseas.com/youre-doing-it-wrong/) My attempt at making eba and ogbono soup I have been on a mission for the last nine months to find original cream cheese, but I have had little success. The only thing I found was light cream cheese (which just isn't the same) and it cost almost $6.00 for a small packet. It's just not worth it. When I go to Shoprite (the supermarket that is not far from my house) I pass by the cheese aisle, checking the prices, just hoping that it might go down. I still haven't made the dive into the dark-side of buying...
I spent much of my time in Kabala teaching. When I began teaching in the U.S, that is when I began to feel the brunt of culture shock. When I first walked into the classroom in Kabala, Sierra Leone, that was when I realized that the students always write in pen. I had assumed they used pencils, because I grew up using pencils in school. You would be surprised how many challenges came up with the use of pens: my students sticking broomsticks into the ink because it was blocked, ink exploding all over their face as they try to blow into the pen, students "stealing" other students pens. When my students would come in from break time, after eating fried fish, their oily hands often prevented the pen to write on their paper. Every day, not having a working pen was the popular excuse to not write in the classroom. My first day of substitute teaching was with a lively group of kindergarteners, all telling me they needed to sharpen their pencil. It's a simple n...
Driving in Lagos brings on mixed emotions. Sometimes gratefulness when I can enjoy AC on a hot day. Sometimes anger, when the yellow buses continue to cut you off intentionally. Sometimes fear, when you get a flat tire on an unknown road. Sometimes confusion, when you sit in standstill traffic for over three hours when your conscience didn't allow you to follow all the other vehicles that were going the wrong way on a one way to avoid the standstill. Sometimes laughter, when you get stopped three times by Police/Road Safety on your way to your in-laws house. On New Year's day, Dami and I were driving to his parents' house, which is about 24 miles from where we live. However, it can sometimes take more than three hours to get there because the road is not good. As we took a small detour to buy bread to make shawarmas along the way, we got stopped by the police. Dami was the one driving, but the police proceeded to come and ta...
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