My Taste Buds vs. Mama K’s Kitchen

So last Sunday, I made the biggest mistake of my adult life I told Mama K at the junction that her pepper soup “no dey pepper enough.”

My people, that woman looked at me like I just insulted her ancestors. She said, “No worry, my pikin, I go prepare you correct one.” I should’ve known that was a threat, not a promise.

Fast forward thirty minutes later, she brought a steaming bowl that looked innocent… until the first spoon touched my tongue.
Immediately, my whole destiny began to vibrate. I couldn’t see, breathe, or think. My ears started ringing like church bells. I tried to act normal, but tears were flowing like Lagos rain in July.

Mama K just stood there smiling, arms folded, and said, “How e be?”
I wanted to say “It’s perfect,” but my tongue had already resigned from duty. All I could do was nod and pretend I was enjoying it while my soul was doing backflips.

By the time I got home, even my sweat was spicy. I drank three sachets of water, one malt, and still felt like a dragon.

Moral of the story: In Nigeria, never challenge a pepper soup seller. They don’t cook with ingredients they cook with vengeance. 🔥😂