Efo Riro

I made efo riro yesterday.

I was pleasantly surprised at how easy it actually was. I’m not the best cook and not really a fan of cooking, but the situation called for it.

And BOOM sexy efo riro with beef and goat meat.

Shout outs go to:

1. Ose for telling me about this website: http://www.myfoodwarehouse.com/. They delivered my order on time. The produce had already been cleaned. The spinach I ordered had been finely chopped (something I could never have achieved on my own)
2. Corry. For the recipe.
3. I’m going to include myself, for knowing how to follow instructions.

Love,

Sabby

Friends

I met Ada at a wedding.

It was a chance meeting.

I wanted to light my cigarette in peace, and a young would be suitor yakked on and invaded my personal space. Ada came to my rescue.

She told him off and he let me be.

I lit my cigarette, looked back at her and said ‘Thanks’. I don’t remember much about our conversation after, but I know we went dancing. Turns out, she’s my party animal too. It was fantastic, we danced, we boogied and we drank.

Bliss.

We exchanged numbers, then decided not to call ourselves. Typical.

Then I met her again. At a wedding. Same people – white wedding.

Since then, it’s a blur. She’s encouraged me. She’s had fun with me. And we’ve complained about the men in our lives, and Nigerian men generally.

Corry stalked me.

I met her at a mini-hangout. ‘Met’ is stretching it. I said hello…maybe a few other words, but I didn’t realize I had made an impression.

I must have, because I got a Twitter follow and we have been messaging and infuriating ourselves ever since.

She can be a bit crazy, but when she loves you, she loves you and showers you with food.

Everyone knows foods is my love language, so we are good.

‘Sagie and Biggie are like brothers now.

Forever reprimanding. Forever correcting. Forever ready to be nuisances.

Thank you for the Bible reading. Thank you for the ‘I gatchu’s. Thank you for the ‘I’m being very sincere’.

Thank for the random checking in. Thank you.

I didn’t exactly notice Snapback at the party. But she was sick and said so on the group. So I checked in. Because sick random people need love too.

She’s not so random now. And I owe her a visit.

Then there’s Max. I don’t know how many car situations he’s saved me from. Or how many random ‘Please help me with…’ that he’s come through for me. But for each one. God bless.

2015 was my year of people. I needed all these people, and somehow they showed up. I didn’t ask for them. In my mind, I was doing pretty well as a lone wolf. Then they all showed up.

Forever grateful.