Hiya fam! How are you all doing? How is the family, mumsy, daddy, hubby, children doing,,, Great I guess.
This blog is beginning to turn personal ooh, everyday me me me! But it is all cool jhoor, it being personal (mine and yours) means we can relate more abi?
So something happened to me yesterday and I want to share with you guys... *no fear, na small or no ish at all, LOL*. #clears throat, I just finished eating Ogbono soup and fufu *proud wide smile* yesterday evening when all of a sudden I felt like throwing up. I quickly ran to the refrigerator and grabbed a ripe mango, devouring it like I have not tasted anything since the morning. But I was chewing the mango in a rush so I could stop the urge of spewing out everything I ate. Do you know what triggered this urge to suddenly puke everything I have ate out? I remembered something I once saw some months back which was so sickening to my eyes.
During one of our compulsory field work that every Geologist/Geophysicist must undergo for the award of B.Sc in Earth sciences, I and my group members were trekking under a hot sun looking for distinguishable rocks from the massive plutons in one of these Southern states precisely the towns bordering Ondo and Edo states when we stumbled upon some group of women making palm oil the crude or traditional way.
Chai! Why did we have to see them that unfateful day? They were far out in the bush, while some groups peeled off the palm fruits from the palm kernel head some others were pouring the palm fruits unwashed into a big drum that must have last seen a soap and sponge decades ago. Then came the most sickening part, we saw two women pour the cooked fruits into a dirty mortar and she pounded for some time before pouring into a hole dug into the earth with mud
mixed with oil submerging the fruits. Pweeeh! "If these are the processes of palm oil production I will never taste anything that has oil in it ever again." one of my group members cried. True to his words, until we left the camp I never saw that guy take any food at the cafeteria, just a bottle of coke and bread I saw him take sometimes. Me I formed bosslin for a day or two saying I will not eat too surviving on milk and biscuits before my resolve fickled out.
|The villagers said these rocks are sacred and should never be stepped on by a woman, otherwise....|
And please give me a reason not to believe my mum completely, tell me my mum is not 101% correct. I want to hear your opinion. Have a great weekend!