Random gists and other stuff…

Hello peeps!! Sorry I’ve been missing in action for a bit. First and foremost, here’s  wishing all the  beautiful Children of the World a belated “Happy Children’s Day”. The forever young at heart a.k.a agbayas can tap into the message as well. I don’t have any particular post in mind or even my usual rants *big smiley emoticon*, so I’m going to give you updates of what’s been going on.

 

 BACK TO SCHOOL : I enrolled for a two month course about two weeks ago, so I’m having a little challenge working round my class schedule, fortunately it’s just 3 times in a week, However,  for the book to enter and stick to the brain ehn….. Smh!  I’m like a car whose engine has to be properly warmed before you can move the car. Two weeks on, my “Engine” is still being warmed o! Ko easy meen! The lectures are entering one ear and coming out of the other ear without processing much.  Me and the  In-house Mallam are now very good friends based on the amount of tom tom sweets I’ve been buying from him every time I have lectures. I know I’m going to get certified after 2 months, but I suspect I’m going to end up with a set of teeth liberally sprinkled with holes to boot.

 

   BBA UPDATE TINZ : I need to cut down my unhealthy obsession with the show, I can’t be taking Panadol Extra  for somebody else’s headache biko!  ie the Goldie/Prezzo/Zainab unrequited, tragic, love triangle Saga going on in the House. The money isn’t going into my Bank account at the end of the day, so why worry myself? But I know deep in my heart that Prezzo don jazz Goldie, I just hope as soon as she leaves the house the spell would be broken and her eyes go open wide cos “IF” she wins that money while under Prezzo’s spell, na Prezzo go chop dat money wan time!

 

BIRTHDAY : My little man, D1 turned 7 this month. No birthday parry Jamboree in School, but we were allowed to give the teachers drinks ……hmmmmm. Since D1 turned seven, I’ve been seeing big boy tinz happening right before my eyes e.g brushing his teeth himself and dressing himself for school, hopefully if he continues this way, he will be driving himself and his sister, D2 to school by the end of this year.

 

 PHCN/GENERATOR PALAVER :has finally been resolved. We had to get a new generator cos the cost of repairing/changing worn parts of the old one didn’t make sense economically. PH-whatever is as unrepentant as ever, but I’m not even bothered again. Between  the generator and inverter, we’ve been quite okay. PHCN can go and hug their transformers jor! Imagine! We have been calling cow “Uncle” because we want to eat beef!

 

 On a lighter note, I wish you all a  very Peaceful, Protest free Democracy Day tomorrow. Uncle Jonas will come on air and talk for hours about God knows what and all the excuses he can think of on why the Government has repeatedly failed to deliver what was promised Nigerians…….God help our Country.

Open letter to Goldie in BBA House…

Goldie,GOldie, GOLDIE!! How many times did I call you? Let me go straight to the point cos there’s too much at stake. What do you think you are doing?? Enough of this nonsense now! Humility is good but it has limit o! Before they turn you to rug finish! You are the reason why I started watching this year’s Big Brother, I never watched the other Seasons because I find BBA generally boring.

 I thought with you in the house, we were going to be delightfully entertained, do you remember your words on your profile, “Never a dull moment?”  You haff killed me with B0redom *Yawn*.  It seems every time I tune in to the house to watch what is going on, you are always in that kitchen, washing dirty dishes or cooking!  Morning o, midnight o, asleep o, crying o, when Prezzo is tryna tap your current o, you are never far from the pots, dish washing liquid and sponge. You get kitchen fetish?? Abi you are trying to impress someone with your plate washing/ cooking skillz?? Or is that your strategy??

 In case you don’t know, Ola and Chris don commot for the other House and you are our only hope now. You came across as somewhat shy, reserved and a bit awkward with the other house mates during the first week, that’s not unusual for some people, but by now I expected you to be flowing and comfortably mixing with the others, not honing your plate washing skillz to perfection (3 months is a pretty long time to be washing/cooking for your fellow housemates alone).

  Before I forget, enough of your tears, It gives the impression that you are emotionally unstable and immature. Unless dem take Kitchen swear for una, you need to step the heck away from that kitchen and it’s magnetic sink that is drawing you there 24/7, dry your water logged hands and start behaving like the true Naija babe you are!! Hian! See all ya music videos na! Thought you was rugged and all that? Abi na only husband una dey look for in the house?? I hope not o! You need to step up your game ASAP! Focus on that 300,000 dollars and start being true to Naija peeps (I’m not saying you should be like Karen abeg!).

All our votes belong to you biko. Don’t make me come down to SA or where ever they imprisoned you guys to knock some sense into that your hairnet covered/ Peruvian weave covered head. Remember NAIJA NO DEY CARRY LAST O!

 P.S Don’t be surprised when you eventually come home and they nickname you “Goldie afor abor” (goldie the plate washer) or” Goldie olowo shibi” (Goldie the Cook) na you cause am!

Tags: 300;000 dollars, BBA, cooking, crying, Goldie, Naija, Prezzo, SA, strategy

PHCN or Whatever you call yaself…..

One week! One week of no light! I’m not surprised or shocked unless I’ve started deceiving myself. The painful part is PHCN strikes when you are down ( The generator is down….again).  Immediately you source for an alternative solution to any Nepa induced issue, they dash you light for a full week without the light blinking. I suspect PHCN has a Big Brother thingy going on in some houses (ours included). That their so called meter is suspect.

No, I am not paranoid. How do you explain  several instances when the generator decides to go on strike( like now for instance) and PHCN slaps us on the other cheek as well ( still slapping it hotly as I speak). We won’t have water or be able to iron clothes and stuff, but as soon as we repair the generator or run around the neighbourhood to get water/where to iron and we step back in the house, PHCN brings back the light. Playing mind games with me!!Don’t even get me started on putting the generator on and off repeatedly when PHCN Officials start playing with the Electricity Supply Switch for our Area in their office, I always feel like a mouse that is being toyed with by a cat that will eventually eat it.

Last year or so, when Oga travelled, the generator decided to go on holiday and sadistic PHCN joined in as well.  No light, the generator wasn’t working and of course after three days, no water and we needed water for practically everything! It had even gotten to the point where we had to hold strategy meetings in the house before we could use the loo, just to conserve water! Our nice Landlord wasn’t around to assist us with water and even his cook/house servant/ security guard whom I will call Bassey wasn’t’ around.

That boy sef, I fear am small, his pupils are always seriously dilated. I have my theories, It’s either he’s always high on hemp/sontin sontin OR he’s always over-excited to see everyone (but I suspect the former). The very first time I saw him when we moved next door, I think he came over to assist us and Oga told him to cut some small grass growing in between the interlocking paving stones on the Driveway, So you can imagine my shock when I finally drove into the Compound, I was welcomed by Bassey with dilated pupils gripping a kitchen knife which he had been using to kill the weed population. Meen! D3 leapt with fear in my womb too that day ( I was still preggies then) I made sure that was the last time he entered our Compound! And our other neighbours beside us are…… well that’s another story for another day.

 Back to my gist, It was already like 5pm and there wasn’t any water to bathe the next day. I swung into action. I drove out to buy over priced jerry cans for water, headed to Aunty Fay’s place (please refer to CSI Yummy mummy Post) and fetched water for the house.  Her house is like 10 minutes drive from my house, I made 4 trips that evening and by the time we were done, I was tired, wet and my car boot was soaked as well.  As soon as I stepped in the house and sat down gingerly on the couch to rest before going to change my wet clothes……UP Nepa!!!! Yep! PH-whatever-they-call-themselves brought the stupid light.

 I waited for 5 minutes, 10 minutes, 20 minutes……… No dice! They didn’t take that light again o! For about 5 days or so, we had light almost throughout, by then the generator peeps had come to repair the generator. After waiting for 3 days for PHC- wetin to give us light with no luck, so all the water I fetched was in vain cos we were able to pump water that day.

 Coincidence??? I think not. Just early this morning, they gave us about 4hrs of light so my freezer is still empty and wide open, there’s no alternative energy source to fully charge the inverter and the generator is still under repairs. Let’s see how this new drama will unfold….. I wish someone will come and whip sanity into that Energy Sector. Let me just spy any PHCN Official this week  on our street or one should make the mistake of knocking on our gate…….

Tags: Big Brother, generator, hemp, inverter, NEPA, PHCN, water

Unwelcome Guests….Aarrgh!!

Oh my goodness! I really need to vent! Talk about unwelcome guests, who hasn’t had them before? I’m sure a lot of people have had nasty experiences with them at one time or the other. If your answer is negative, then you are being economical with the truth. They can be so difficult to get rid of! Don’t get me wrong o, I’m very a very warm and accommodating person on a good day, but there’s a limit to what one can accommodate and I doubt if anyone likes being taken for granted all the time (I’m sooo upset!) .

 I remember how it all started, you see, when we first moved to our present neighbourhood, I was bored to the point that any kind of “distraction” was welcome. I won’t stoop so low as mentioning their names, I prefer to collectively refer to them as shameless, irritating creatures ( please! Allow me!! I have every right to use any derogatory name I want, I’ve been pushed to the wall here!). When they started coming over to our house, I didn’t count it as anything, after all, we were new in the neighbourhood and I chalked it up to curiosity on their part, meanwhile they were cunningly using that opportunity to check out our house, mentally taking stock and quietly filing away information for future use.

Today one of them will come over, the next visit, you see two of them. I didn’t mind really, after all “entertaining” them wasn’t going to break the bank so to speak, as long as they didn’t come with their whole family I wasn’t really bothered (One would think at my age I should know better).

My displeasure surfaced when they started getting too familiar and even started acting as if they contributed to the rent and upkeep of the house (co-tenant by force! Mscheeww!!). They became a big nuisance, especially in respect of food (Yeah, I’m a fantastic cook) always in the kitchen and forever looking for anything to eat. Sometimes, It’s almost as if they have internal radars that go off automatically when I’ve just finished cooking, that’s when they turn up! Is it that my house is now fast food joint or buka ni? They are so shameless!

They just kept coming back, haba!!!  That aside, you won’t believe I’ve even had instances where I’ve caught them checking out the bedrooms upstairs! Even Nan’s room isn’t left out. So nosy! It’s like there’s no word like “boundary” in their dictionaries ( that is if they have one sef!). What kind of over familiarity is that?? Oga has been pretending not to see what has been happening, that’s his way of saying “Willow it’s your headache, please sort it out and don’t involve me”. I don’t blame him though, after all he warned me initially when he noticed them always turning up and I didn’t act decisively then *sigh*.

Thank God I’ve finally had enough of them and I’ve taken necessary actions to end their menace. If I hadn’t  done it, I would have been overwhelmed in my own home.  Although all my initial, subtle actions to get rid of them  didn’t work,  I’ve had to take more drastic measures to see them off for good. It might seem harsh, but frankly that’s the only workable option left for me……… They all have to die. Yep! I’m gonna poison them all!

Dirty, stinking rats and roaches! Dem no respect me in that house at all!! Thunder fire them!!

 Lovely weekend y’all!!

A Week in Governor Fashola’s Shoes.

Yikes! Times is really flying!!! Where have I been?

 

 

My last post got me thinking and mostly day dreaming of the things I would do If I was made the Governor of Lagos State for just a week. In my usual style, my Action plan for that “Tenure”  mostly borders on the side of humour with a few Home truths sprinkled in it. Governor Fashola no vex o! (Before I start seeing SSS loitering on our street). Some of my regular readers  contributed to this Post as well. Please note that I wrote this Post mostly in jest, life is serious enough as it is and Laughter is truly the best Medicine………

 

1.One full day will be declared as “Ladies day” in Lagos,  where  men will attend to their women’s whims and wishes for the whole day with no questions asked ( that’s one of the perks of having a Female Governor *wink*). Ladies, use this opportunity wisely!

 

 2. Ban ALL Commercial Okada drivers from Lagos, If caught they will be severely flogged with koboko/ horsewhip (tough love jor! Go to Igbobi Hospital and see their handiworks in varying, horrifying stages).  Keke Napep is already walking on thin ice with me as it is. Trailers, Heavy duty trucks and Oil Tankers will only be allowed to move From 10pm till 5am within Lagos.

 

 3. Mandate all Lagosians who drive to go for  fresh driving tests.  I suspect a lot of people have no business touching car keys not to talk of driving cars.

 

4. All Danfo drivers and Conductors must dress Corporate (shirt with tie), let’s see how quick they will want to fight passengers especially when the ties can be used as lethal weapon on them.  Anger Management Classes will be periodically arranged for them. OGOGORO/SHEPE ADDICT  ANONYMOUS classes will be discreetly arranged as well.

 

5. Local market traders must  move to the next level, they must all have POS terminals/systems. I’m talking Poultry seller, Ewedu/Okra sellers, Roasted fish sellers, Garri Sellers e.t.c .We must all embrace the concept of Cashless Lagos fully without anybody being exempted. 

 

6.This one has 2 options so you can vote for the option that is favourable to you…..

 

6a. Men will be mandated to do ghana weaves, braids or fix Brazilian/Peruvian weaves , also fix their nails, wear heels/wedges/peeptoes and put on Make up for the week.  They need to appreciate the time, money spent and the  pains we women go through to look goood (I hear you dear, You love me all natural, like you will appreciate Shuku on my head with oily face and cracked lips abi? Abeg!) OR

 

 6b. All ladies below 45yrs must participate in  “Embrace your Inner you Week!”  Fun activities for that week includes no fixing of waves, attachments or wigs.  Ladies must rock their natural, God given hair, be it Iya Eko or not, no make up will be tolerated! Only white powder and vaseline will be allowed. ( I’m sure some babes won’t leave their houses for that week) No fixing of nails, whether french tips or what not, complexion enhancing/ altering/ lightening cream is fully banned for that week ( Some men will wake up to find strangers in their beds). 

 

 7.Weekends will extend to Mondays!  Yay!! ( I detest Mondays!)

 

8. In order to manage our State’s  resources wisely and generate additional revenue, Visitors coming to Lagos from neighbouring States, other Countries and beyond will need to apply for Visa to visit Lagos and if it’s for employment, they must apply for  Work Visas (let’s see how much they still want to come to Lagos, mscheeww! ) 

 

 9. No facebooking, tweeting or bbming for the week! ( Some peeps will kii themselves!).  Productivity and  Work Output must  increase for that week.

 

 10. Forcefully remove all area boys/ touts and their Area fathers, thieves, armed robbers, pick pockets  and other undesirables from Lagos ( imma throw KAI and Lastma officials into the mix), liaise with Ogun  State Government to lease to Lagos State several hectares of land from there and make these jobless lot  farm that land (let KAI and Lastma can supervise them), the rest of the proceeds after overheads and salary payment will be for drainages and renovation of Lagos roads.(Lazy lot! Idle hands is the devil’s werkshop!)

 

11. Remove those 3 white men facing our neighbouring State and arrest anybody placing any sacrifice/offering anywhere ( most especially that Iyana-Oworo side before third Mainland Bridge), any culprit caught will consume what he/ she is offering on the spot, If its good enough for the gods, then its good enough for the offeree!

 

12. Sanitise  Hospitals  in Lagos, especially Maternity Hospitals, some of them are just glorified abattoirs. Quite a few are not licensed and  have no business being open for business in the first place and all those questionable “Chemists”  performing illegal abortions and what not on ignorant girls/ women.

 

13.To guard against any boko haram madness creeping into Lagos, Mossad will be flown in specially to teach our OPC boyz tactical skillz which they will combine with their more “traditional” methods of doing  things.

 

14. All Policemen must wear pristine white uniforms with no pockets while on duty nor are they allowed to carry bags in any form (let’s see how they will maintain the whiteness of their uniforms while  hustling  motorists for egunje or even where they will keep the bribe if they do succeed).

 

 15. PHCN…hmm.  I will make sure Lagos does not run low on petrol supply, kerosene and candles by God’s grace and encourage the acquisition of Inverters for Businesses and Homes. (what were you thinking??? I’m not a miracle worker abeg!). Imagine! What Baba Iyabo, Yar Adua and even Uncle Jonas cannot untangle, I will now stress myself over it abi? No thanks!

 

Those are the Top 15 that were selected. On a serious note, If you were made the Governor of Lagos for a week, what would be your very first Assignment? Readers’ contributions are genuinely welcome.

Tags: french tips, Governor Fashola, Igbobi Hospital, peruvian weaves, POS, suit, touts, vaseline

When Ijebu Woman jam Okada Man….Wahala dey!

So I was reading The Crazy Nigerian’s  post  about a motorcyclist’s desperate move to shake down some of  his  colleagues for some money, you can read the story HERE.  A similar  incident happened to me in 2008. I was working with an Investment Firm at  Victoria Island  then. Oga got me a car to relieve the stress of getting to and from work ( I used to hook up with a neighbour in the mornings to get to work). Like I mentioned earlier, my driving was taking forever to perfect, so I got a  driver during that period. A few of my colleagues who lived around my area used to hook up with me after work.

 

On that particular evening, we headed home from work. When we got to Allen Junction, the traffic light was on Red. One of my colleagues decided to come down before the light turned Green. I was sitting near the door, so I made moves to quickly come down to allow her do the same. I glanced out briefly through the window, the coast was clear, or so I thought. So I pushed the door open and the next thing I heard was a horrible crashing sound! I looked down, I saw an Okada man and a lady (passenger) on the ground with the Bike resting partially on the lady’s leg.

 

I was in panic mode in two seconds. I thought to myself  ’Willooow, you have finished two people with your car door, you don enter your own tonight’ ( Forget all my shakara, I no get liver). Waka pass and fellow okada riders were already gathering and shouting and generally adding fuel to the fire (one would think it was the whole car that hit them and not the door). Immediately, I offered to take them to the Hospital. The Okada man managed to get up and confirmed he was alright and even insisted on driving his Bike to the Hospital with us but the lady was just wailing, moaning and clutching her body. I was convinced something was broken.  My colleagues had to find their way home from there and I got in the car with my   driver and the lady. The Okada man followed us on his Bike.

 

The Hospital where I was registered wasn’t far from there and fortunately, It was a quiet night so the Nurses quickly saw to the moaning lady. For the purpose of this post, the Okada man’s name will be Chidi while the lady’s name will be Carol. The Doctor later attended to Carol ( I made sure I followed her in ‘cos I was really worried). Meeen!!!  After being thoroughly examined, I discovered that there was nothing wrong with Carol o!! Nothing broken, no abrasions or cuts of any kind. Carol eventually admitted she felt alright apart from feeling a bit sore due to the Bike that fell partially on her leg. Prescription of Paracetamol was written and she was free to go.

 

While waiting to pick up the prescription, my driver called me aside. He told me while I was inside making enquiries from the Nurses when we first got there, Chidi (who is actually Carol’s boyfriend) went to meet Carol in my car and he over heard him telling her to really act up on her “injuries so that hopefully, they can get at least 10,000 naira from me as compensation. Imagine!!! I was being taken for a ride!  The money they will use to eat Catfish pepper soup, nkwobi and wash down with  chilled big  Stout abi?? Bros don cross wrong person tonight.

 

With my blood boiling ( you know Ijebu peeps don’t joke with money) I went to collect Carol’s drugs, even the Nurses privately warned me not to give them a kobo since I had done the decent thing in bringing them in for treatment. (The Nurses were immediately onto them apparently!). I handed over the drugs and proceeded to my car,then Chidi the Okada man/ boyfriend/hustler/extortionist-to-be now approached me claiming I broke this and that on his Bike and I have to pay for the damages (Since option  A didn’t work out, he smartly moved to option B).

 

I refused to drop a kobo and told him so. He went ahead and parked his Bike behind my car, so the Driver couldn’t reverse and leave. What followed was raised voices and flying threats, the Nurses and the Security guards came to join the argument and we all sort of surrounded Chidi. The question was ” After your friend has been attended to and treated, what else do you want from this woman? Hasn’t she done enough already?”  Shame could not let Chidi demand for money again, he was obviously outnumbered and no one was on his side apart from Carol, who was quiet the whole time. He just flung more insults at me and I skillfully returned my own too (What?? He started it now!!).

 

 He eventually got on his Bike with his girlfriend and zoomed off. I sighed in relief! I thanked the Nurses and Guards, then headed home. Imagine! So eager to profit from an unfortunate incident. Thank God the driver overheard him. In general, I fear Okada men more than Commercial vehicle drivers (although in this case, I was at  fault), It’s as if they are always high on something.  If I was made the  Governor of Lagos State for just one week, I know what my first assignment will be….Hmmm…..this gives me an idea…

Tags: Allen, Doctor, Fish peppersoup, Governor, hospital, Lagos, okada, waka pass

The Forbidden Foods.

My mum is a trained Nurse, a Mid-wife for more than 35 years before she hung up her Nursing shoes. Hmmm…..growing up was quite interesting with my mum. Mum made sure that her training was utilised to the Max!! Not only at work, but at home as well. When it came to food, Most of what other children ate anyhow and took for granted, we couldn’t eat, because of the health implications in some cases and questionable reasons in others. I’m sure  by now if you’ve read my past Posts, you will sense that I don’t joke with  food (Don’t blame me, blame my Boarding School experience). I distinctly remember some of the tasty but forbidden “Consumables” in my mum’s books. Enjoy…..

 

1. Roadside puff puff/ buns.

 Mum’ Reason:  Didn’t you see the  Puff puff Seller stationed near fly infested and mosquito breeding gutters with waste matter floating in the gutters? You want to eat food prepared in that kind of area???

 

My Counter-measure: None! I can hardly bring myself to eat puff puff or buns till date. I can’t seem to get rid of that “waste matter floating in gutter” image from my mind. She completely ruined roadside puff-puff for me.( And y’all know that’s the tastiest!) And how come Fast Food Joints don’t include puffy in their Menus anyway??? Snobs!

 

2. Kilishi

Mum’s Reason: God forbid! Whatever they Sprinkle on it, the mallams use their mouth to spray it on the kilishi before drying it under the sun.

 

My Counter-measure: Hian! Wattefer o! I microwave it very well to wipe out at least, three generations of whatever bacteria is present on it, besides I didn’t witness the preparation process na! i.e what I don’t see won’t hurt me jor! Fortunately we now have Corporate packaging for this delicacy, courtesy of Don Kilishi brand. I can now munch my Kilishi in peace without worrying about whose spit I’m swallowing (Eeeewww!!!).

 

3. Agege bread/Any unsliced loaf.

Mum’s Reason: Don’t you see the filthy foams those bread sellers/ hawkers use in wiping the bread before putting them in their individual nylons? You are playing with diarrhoea!

 

My counter measure: I don’t eat the outer part of Agege bread/ any unsliced bread o! I scoop out all the inside and throw the outer part away or leave it for that stupid dog, Arr to snack on.

 

4. Buka Food.

Mum’s Reason: Don’t even try it! Typhoid fever, Diarrhoea and Dysentery rolled into one. Only God knows the kind of water they use to prepare the food and the hygiene level of the cooks.

 

 My counter-measure:  Err…. I don’t do Buka runz cos I’m a very classy babe! Unless I’m pregnant or sontin, so that chapter is fully over and done with.

 

5. Bubble gum.

 Mum’s Reason: Only pepper hawkers chew bubble gum.( I really have no idea how she came up with that theory or jumped to that conclusion).

 

My counter-measure: Oh well! That means once in a while, the pepper hawker babe in me manifests itself *shrugs*

 

 6. Meat pies from mobile Meat pie sellers in  Primary School.

Mum’s Reason: Ah!! Ijekuje!  I’m  sure most of them use rat meat for their meat pies.( The early 80s didn’t have the likes of Mr Biggs & Co., Fast Food joints were very few back then).

 

My counter-measure: None! I don’t do meat pies, not even Fast Food meat pies (thanks mum). Chicken pie isokay, at least, I know how Chicken looks like when cooked. 

 

 7. Suya.

 Mum’s Reason: What if the mallam used donkey, camel or even dog meat? how would you know? Ehn?

 

My counter-measure: I believed her till I got older, then it dawned on me that the chances of eating camel or donkey suya delight in this Lagos is very slim, hmm….m but that dog meat wan is very feasible, with all these  plenty homeless bingos running around Lagos. Anyway, at my age, I should be able to rely on my taste buds to differentiate the taste of cow meat from any questionable tasting  meat, and If I can’t, then I deserve what I eat.

 

8. Okra.

Mum’s Reason: It’s forbidden in our family lineage to eat Okra, that’s all I know so don’t disturb me with any questions. 

 

 My counter-measure: Secondary school opened my long throat to Okra, It was a Boarding School with no mum in sight to stop me!  I’m yet to discover the repercussion of eating this vegetable o!

 

9. Ewa agoyin.

Mum’s Reason: Blood of Jesus! Idol worshippers! They put cowrie shells beneath the cooked beans they are selling.

 

My counter-measure: Anytime I’m buying Ewa agoyin (not for myself o!), I make sure I check out the borrom of their pots for any cowrie shells, never did see any though. Could be the poor Togolese lady selling the beans was using the cowrie shells as hair adornment and it accidentally dropped in her beans pot *shrugs* (what?? CSI sontin na!).

 

Those were the ones I remembered. Some of her reasons were quite valid especially that Buka food part, If you see the kind of water used for food preparation in some of these bukas, no one would eat there again.

 

Victoria Island is notorious for its colored water coming out from the taps there (I worked on the Island for some years). I used to wonder where those women get the water they used to prepare food for their customers (a lot of us were Bankers  doing buka runz, na only God saved us from serious health issues).

 

It then got me thinking, was it just my mum that was extreme in her food taboo or other parents too were equally strict? I would love to hear from readers any funny/ weird food taboo and the reasons why….