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Mr update, Nsukka (2025)

27/08/2025

Be honest, This shop or 2 million naira?

27/08/2025

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26/08/2025

The Day I Became an Ogbono soup Apprentice.

It started on a sunny Saturday afternoon. You know, the type where the sun feels like a personal attack. My mum called me into the kitchen with that tone of voice that said, “This isn’t a request.” I knew I was about to be schooled.

“Today, you’ll learn how to cook Ogbono soup,” she announced, her eyes gleaming like she was about to pass down ancient wisdom. She pulled out her arsenal: dried ogbono seeds, crayfish, palm oil, stockfish, and a mountain of assorted meats. The kitchen smelled like a market square, and the heat from the gas cooker? Brutal.

Step by step, she guided me:
Grind the ogbono seeds until they were as smooth as powdered gold.
Heat the palm oil gently, but not too much—“You don’t want it to lose its flavor!” she warned like a drill sergeant.
-Mix the ogbono paste into the oil, stirring like my life depended on it.

I followed every instruction like a soldier on a mission. By the time we added the meat, stockfish, and a sprinkle of uziza leaves, the soup was thick, glossy, and smelled like something that could resurrect the dead.
As I tasted the soup, I realized something shocking: I didn’t like it. I mean, it was fine, but it didn’t hit like Egusi soup—my one true love. Egusi, with its nutty flavor, rich texture, and the way it pairs perfectly with pounded yam, felt like a warm hug from the universe.

Ogbono, on the other hand? It was just… slimy. My mum called the sliminess “perfect consistency,” but to me, it felt like eating soup that was trying to escape the spoon. 😭

Why I Still Cook Ogbono Anyway
Even though ogbono isn’t my favorite, I still cook it sometimes—because it reminds me of my mum. Every time I grind those seeds or stir that sticky paste, I hear her voice in my head: “Don’t burn the oil!” It’s like she’s right there with me, supervising from the spirit realm of Nigerian mothers who don’t play when it comes to cooking.

Egusi Is Still King, Though
If there’s a party, I’m choosing egusi. If I’m having a bad day, egusi is my therapy. And if I ever have kids, I’ll teach them to cook egusi first—because, let’s be real, it’s the Beyoncé of Nigerian soups. Ogbono might be a classic, but egusi is a legend.

This isn’t just about soup—it’s about family, tradition, and the little ways we stay connected to the people we love. My mum didn’t just teach me how to cook; she taught me how to carry a piece of her with me, even in the kitchen.

What’s your favorite Nigerian soup? Are you Team Slimy or Team Nutty? Drop a comment below—I wanna hear your story! And if you’re like me, share this with someone who taught you how to cook. Let’s keep the culture alive 🙌.
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