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The Bush Meat Affair
“How would you love to enjoy the best Bush meat and palm wine we've got in this town with me?”
My friend asked with this disarming glow in his eyes.
“Bush Meat? I don’t understand...”
Don’t get me wrong. I know what a bush meat is. In fact, I have seen people hawking them along the high ways and I know people actually enjoy them at restaurants and joints for traditional or local cuisine. I have nothing against bush meats. It's just that I detest the idea of eating hunted and cooked wild animals.
Anyway, since it was a holiday and I was in my adventure mode, I accepted to drink a glass of palm wine while my friend savored his hunted wild animal. We boarded his vehicle and drove off. What I expected to be a short drive turned out to be a missionary journey.
To cut this long story short, it took us two hours of crazy driving to beat the very long traffic, a little dozing on my part and sweating because of the hot sun and turning on the air conditioner would make my friends car run out of gas.
We eventually got to this town and the famous local joint. The crowd of happy young people enjoying loaded plates of delicious and eye catching Abacha, popularly known as African salad, with Palm wine and my nightmare; “bush meat”, made me curious and vigilant for casualties. To my surprise, nobody died from the bush meat syndrome. So, when the pretty waitress came for our orders and my friend hurriedly said;
“Two plates of bush meat and a jug of palm wine. Nikky you will love this,”
I was disarmed. My 007 mode became activated coupled with the fact that I had seen a pharmacy down the road. Bravely albeit shakily, I accepted the offer. After awhile, we were served. With a heavy heart and call it “long throat” if you like, I washed my fingers and slowly picked up a soft, appetizing and tempting lump of bush meat. The delicious aroma tingled my nostrils and the spicy sauce dripping off my fingers nearly drove my fears away. Saying a little prayer, I took a bite and paused....that was how my affair with bush meats started.
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Nikky, what type of busy meat is this?
ReplyDeleteAnd my mind went somewhere else after reading the title hehehe. Sharp badt guys will know what I mean loool
ReplyDeleteOh my God! Nikky, I will love to join in your next trip to the joint lol!
ReplyDeleteKia am short of words,just salivating
ReplyDeleteThat is my joint oh!I hope you will not take over the joint from us? Guide your pocket or you finish your savings that is my humble advise lol!
ReplyDeleteMy initiation to the 404 kingdom.
ReplyDelete"Welcome to animal kingdom where man pikin dey show dog pepper" was the salutation I got from my bunk mate Mr Epoke. Standing under a mango tree in "Atimbo" the name of an open-air restaurant behind the living quarters of the muslim settlement in Calabar.
A few yards away, Papa Obale, Atimbo owner and chief chef, pokes at larger chunks of sizzling meat berbecuring on wire gauze over an open fire. Hmmmm!
Mr Ekpeyong or Papa Obale as the "Atimboans" fondly call him, says he has been selling 404 since he completed a four year apprenticeship in the business some thirty years ago.
Almost everybody eat dog openly in Calabar including our brethren who come in from the Eastern part of the country for studies and businesses that is why dogs are scares now in calabar he says. With my zeal of stop being a mummy boy after my admission in University of calabar promted my testing 404 for the first time on that day.
Though, before my initiation, the following reasons also convinced me;
1. according to Papa Obale, eating dog meat will improve my sex life.
2. It offers special protection against witchcraft.
3. It prevents poison from killing a person.
4. It cures malaria.
Before I could hear Jack Robinson, I started hearing slangs like;
Tyre: a dog's leg. Papa Obale claims that eating a tyre will make me a fast runner.
Gear Box: Dog's liver, heart and kidney ( usually more expensive than ordinary meat).
Telephone: A dog's tail.
Sentencing: The act of clubbing a dog to death rather than slaughtering it.
Before you get all-in-arms about the Efik dinning on dogs, please be reminded that, Calabar is not the only place in Nigeria where dog is eaten. My Ibo Brethren mostly the Enugu people eat dog too. Hope you have tested it before? If not please do, I bet you will never regret your experience. Will you eat it? The answer will be for another day.
I guess u and bush meat r now BFFs after overcoming ur fear.
ReplyDeleteDog what? Are you serious? oh! Jezee! why should they be cruel to animal?
ReplyDeleteMy dear 404 is very delicious. A trial will convince you :)
ReplyDeleteAda Okeke is back to this blog again. I missed Nikky's stories so much...............
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