By the Badagry Lagoon sits my cup of fresh milky palmy, kissing the walls of its cup and wishing it could break free to see the beauty that lies before it… the mesmerising beauty of the smiling lagoon waters, dancing with the soft glitters of the setting sun which reposed majestically at the distant palm tree -fringed skyline.
The setting sun winked at my palmy, casting its golden rays on the tiny bubbles floating atop the milky fluid. Energised and brought to life, the bubbles glowed with mild sparks; in clusters they smiled back to the sun in unified obeisance.
Above me hangs an umbrella of spreading tree canopy; its shade tried but failed to shield my palmy from the sun’s rays.
A waiter came. She served me a plate of hot rice, packaged in our traditional way- a heap of steaming hot Òfadà rice, placed in fresh Uma leaf and capped with a small blanket of fresh hand-ground pepper stew. It was irresistible. It’s aroma rose and spread like a genie from Aladdin’s kettle; my nose could not say “no”, and immediately my belly yelled "go!", I grabbed my spoon and turned the heap into a shallow sea. Though the meal was delicious and sweet, still my tongue burned happily at the lashes of hot pepper it had tasted from the spoonfuls.
I inhaled the bracing lagoon air and relaxed in my wooden chair. Right then I realised Badagry is not just full of relics of slave trade, it is also blessed with a charming lagoon front, girdled with many good restaurants offering delicious local dishes and fresh palm wine to meet the needs of its teeming tourists.
*Palmy is the nickname for Palm wine in Nigeria.
…A heap of steaming hot Òfadà rice, placed in fresh Uma leaf and capped with a small blanket of fresh hand-ground pepper stew. It was irresistible.Tweet