The crunchy, fiery savor of kuli-kuli,
The sweet, hot smell of suya,
Leave footprints on my tongue.
The soft smack of semo and egusi,
A pillow for my palate.
The scent of hot rice and stew,
At the end of a warm Saturday
Takes me down a salivary memory lane.
Home smelled of
Greasy pots after Christmas,
And the aura of chicken on the frying pan,
It smelled of ogbono
That would float ’round the house for days,
It tasted like oil stains on the wall,
And stew stains on the stove,
Oily sustenance that brought us all together,
I loved the taste of home.