30/08/2026
Hey ndiomam ooo ๐๐
Breakfast is served ooo ๐ฅนโ๐ Akamu, hot akara and fresh bread! Honestly, if you grew up in an African home, especially in Nigeria, you can definitely relate ๐
Growing up, Saturday and Sunday mornings had a special kind of sweetness. You would wake up to the smell of akara frying from the kitchen, and somehow, that smell alone was enough to drag you out of bed ๐๐. Mama would be in the kitchen shouting, โCome and eat before this akara finishes!โ Meanwhile, you and your siblings would be fighting over who got the biggest akara ๐ญ๐
The pap would be hot, the bread would be soft, and if you were lucky, there would be enough akara for everybody to eat to their satisfaction ๐. Sometimes, we would even use the akara to form different shapes or count how many pieces everybody got so nobody would cheat ๐ญ๐๐.
After breakfast, the real weekend adventure would begin. No phones, no social media, no pressure to take pictures or make content ๐. We would go outside and play until our parents started calling us back home. Life was simple. The little things gave us so much joy.
Looking back now, I realize we may not have had everything, but somehow, those days felt so full. The laughter was genuine, the food tasted sweeter, friendships were innocent, and life just felt less complicated ๐ฅนโค๏ธ
Honestly, growing up was such a beautiful experience. Sometimes I wish I could go back just for one Saturday morningโฆ wake up to the smell of akara, sit down with my siblings, dip hot bread inside my pap and enjoy life without a single worry ๐ญ๐โค๏ธ
If you grew up eating akamu + akara + bread on Saturday or Sunday mornings, gather here let's reminisce ๐๐๐๐ฝ