JOST A MON

The idle ramblings of a Jack of some trades, Master of none

Jan 3, 2015

Ghana Mealtime

On her good days I associated my mother with food: the scent of ripe guava, the orange of mango and pawpaw. I remembered meals that she cooked for me: a plate of kenkey, pepper and fish; groundnut soup on a bed of rice; mashed plantain seasoned with ginger and chilli, then transformed at leisure, by frying in palm oil, into tatale.

Yaba Badoe, True Murder.

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