I had a really bad dream last night. The setting of the dream was on a very long queue in Eagle square. That queue lasted from the beginning of the dream till the end, no other scene or activity took place. It was a queue for the Federal Government to share catfish as palliative for Covid-19. In that dream, I wanted that catfish badly.
Truth is I have been craving cat fish pepper soup for the past three weeks like my life depended on it for survival. To avoid the temptation, I stubbornly formed solidarity with my sisters in the fit fam community.
Kado fish market was my closest option to get the fish but I have been too busy and selfish to travel that far. The journey seems far because it is for mere calorific cravings that will someday perish in my stomach. It wasn’t worth the sacrifice or burning of fuel.
When I woke up and didn’t bring home any fish from my dream, I determined in my heart to eat catfish today. Witches and wizards might just give someone fish to eat in the other world because of stubbornness.
The search for the golden fleece
Hungryly, I hurriedly closed from work and went in search of the golden fleece at the fish shop that just opened around my area. Luckily for me, they had fish.
The sales girl tried to pick out some of the fishes out of water but the battle was too great for her. They continued escaping and running around the bath tub. With my good heart still intact, I decided to help her tame the fish.
My perfume must have irritated those fishes the more because they seemed to plan a coup against me. As I came close to the bowl where they were stored, those black things violently kicked against my presence. Unprovoked, the biggest fish splashed water all over my face, cloth and my greedily searching eyes. Those fishes knew that I was using my eyes to search for the fattest and tallest fish amongst them.
Payment method gone wrong
With confidence, I wanted to make a transfer after all my shakara and grammar about the dangers of moving around with cash was over. As I opened the app, I remembered that I formatted my phone earlier in the afternoon and I haven’t reconfigured the bank app on the phone.
Almost immediately, I got a message that my account is linked to other devices so I can’t make a transfer. The best option will be to find an alternative option of payment but I had no alternative at the time.
Regrettably, I had just a little cash on me that couldn’t cover the cost of the fish or the other ingredients that I wanted. The lady had already cut the fish for me and was impatiently waiting for her money.
My brain began one emergency calculation in order to avoid embarrassment. My plan worked.
The agony of forgotten spices
After I overcame the ordeal of paying for the fish, I headed back to my house. On arrival at home, I realised that I forgot to buy scent leaf or Utazi for the peppersoup.
It was already dark and I almost abandoned the catfish mission. The stress wasn’t worth it again. My appetite was also gone.
I remembered that there is a mini garden close to my neighbor’s house. So, I swallowed my pride and asked her for some scent leaf. She gladly obliged my request to take as much as I needed from her farm, I was so grateful.
It was so dark in the garden that I mistakenly plucked bitter leaf instead of scent leaf. I went back later to take the right leaf after wondering if the pepper soup was worth all the stress.
These are my ingredients for the peppersoup.
I finally cooked the peppersoup of my dreams physically. The taste was perfect to my taste bud and the aroma compensated for all the stress I went through physically and dreamically.
The reward for labour
Sincerely, I would have loved to share my delicacy with you to enjoy but I fear that the pepper will knock you out. I won’t dare to share with anyone because the pepper in that soup should only last somewhere in my head for the next one month.
Peppersoup is pepper afterall
In conclusion, I am a real Yoruba girl to the core. I love pepper and everything ot stands for. There is no life in a food without so much pepper for my medulla oblongata. I have shamelessly proved it to myself time and time again that pepper is the solution provider in the world. Especially in a pot of peppersoup.