Akara joint - by Mimi🥀🌬️

The early morning sun fighting its way through my window to kiss me was what woke me up. It was a Saturday morning. I planned to rest enough after depriving myself of good sleep. Said my prayers. While saying my prayers a beep came on my phone and the urge to check who or what it was tightly held me and this time almost totally distracting me from my focus. And that was when I heard myself clearly saying “father i thank you for giving me the glory”. In shock, I opened my eyes wide and almost laughed. You won’t believe I had to start all over again. And what was so important about the text? Well it was a message from MTN reminding me of Awuf plans I could grab. What was i expecting anyways? It’s not like I forgot my single state. But come to think of it…being single isn’t a disease while do people like to oppress us? Well we will talk about this some other time. I was craving Akara so badly and prepared to eat it with custard as breakfast. Best combo. But I must admit that the Akara of these days are not as sweet as the ones we ate when we were little. I remember being able to squeeze out enough oil to fry another one. Okay thats an exaggeration but Akara these days are sometimes hard, half done and with little oil or insufficient ingredients. As Daniel purposed in his heart, I purposed I was going to eat Akara today. So I left my house, walking majestically. Halfway down the street, I passed by these group of children with plastic buckets and gallons. They were probably going to fetch water. I looked at them and a feeling of nostalgia overwhelmed me. I remember as kids, we would carry these heavy plastic buckets on our heads and would always fetch more than required because we wanted to please our parents and showcase our strength to our peers. We always did it happily too. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn’t notice they greeted me because they were all staring at me. I smiled at them and waved. It was the “Ma” that surprised me. I was just a little girl yesterday what happened? It’s more like we are evolving and the world around us isn’t left out too. I could barely accept that I’ve gotten to the age of being addressed as “ma”. I walked down the street greeting sellers by the road sides and passer bys too. The older women I greeted tend to derive joy in such courtesy. They seem to welcome it with so much happiness that amazes me. Sometimes it can transcend to wanting to engage with me which most of the time I am not ready for. Going for the best and not what is available has always been my mantra. The Akara woman by my street fried good Akara but it wasn’t so tasty to me after I tried the woman on the other street. Which is why I think it’s great to have taste and also be picky. I got to the second Akara woman and as usual she had a lot of customers. I greeted her and stood there waiting for my turn. Some customers were seated eating the Akara with pap, some were standing like me and others were seating on a bench. A customer was attended to and he stood up from the bench. I moved to occupy the seat of course demurely but this man rushed to sit down, leaving me standing. He was laughing, everyone else laughed too and I joined in. “Na so life be” he said. “No be for the weak”. I wasn’t pissed but I thought he would be a gentleman. While he was still talking, another man by his side called me over to come seat. I declined the offer telling him I was good and he bade me to come seat, still. The customers cheered for him calling him a gentleman. “You’re a queen, you’re not supposed to be standing” he said. I thanked him with a smile and sat down. The other man who happened to have occupied the space earlier displayed surprise but masked it with laughter. The Good Samaritan who offered me his seat, bought his Akara and requested to pay for mine which I strongly refused. He waited for me till I bought mine while we had some good conversation. I learnt he was into construction and is doing well for himself. After our conversation ended, we parted ways and I came home to enjoy my Akara. Don’t ask me about the Good Samaritan. People can be good right?😂

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