The Amala gods are Angry

You knew this Amala was different right from the first turning. You have different experiences with Amala making. Sometimes, it is fine…just fine but nothing spectacular. Some other times, you consider going back to your mother to learn how to turn it properly because each morsel is riddled with about 5 mini morsels (lumps) and some times you outdo yourself. When such happens, despite your reservation towards Amala, you look forward to devouring it.

Such was this fateful night.

From the first turning, you knew it was going to be one of those nights you suspend your protest against Amala. What is more? You have gbegiri to go with it and most of all, you have already dished the soup. All you need now is to serve the Amala and consume as it is hot: hot enough to burn your fingers. Yes, you hate hot food but you will definitely make an exception in this case.

You dish your Amala, add a few spoons of ewedu and almost a bowl of Gbegiri. Then you add the stew, the agemawo and another piece of meat on top of it all. You dish your Amala and you quickly serve your husband. The temptation to quickly eat your food first was strong but as an ‘obinrinrere and, God-fearing wife,’ you resist the urge .

Finally, it is time to eat.

You have the water ready and have set the area and atmosphere for this delicacy.

Just as you make to take the first morsel, you hear it!

The sound of your baby crying and you know it would only get louder…loud enough to get the neighbors knocking on your day. So, you reluctantly get up.

30 minutes later, you come back to your cold and hard Amala with the top dry.

Right then, you knew that the amala gods finally got you back for all your slanders about amala.