My name is John, and I am from Lagos. I graduated two years ago. Because of the job situation in Nigeria, I decided to try somewhere else, and the only place I could afford to go was Ghana. My friend, who has been living in Ghana for the past two years, suggested I join him.[โฆ]CLICK HERE TO READ THE FULL ARTICLEโถ
When he came back home, he brought rice for himself and bought some for me too. I have been in Ghana for three months now and have eaten fried rice in many places, but this one was different in a good way.
I asked my friend where he bought the food, and he told me there is a woman who sells Nigerian food very cheaply. I asked him why he had never taken me to that place, and he said it was very far from us. He only goes there when heโs in the vicinity, about 30 minutes away.
Three days later, we were near the place, and he reminded me that we could go there since it was just five minutes away. I was very happy because I was looking forward to eating the rice again.
When we got there, the place was crowded, and the restaurant was not even that fancy. I was surprised and asked my friend what was going on. He told me that the woman makes the best Nigerian food, including Igbo food and delicacies.
As we ordered, I noticed a woman who looked exactly like my uncleโs wife who died in 2010. I shouted in shock, and she just went inside her shop. My friend asked me if I knew her, and I told him yes, that she was my uncleโs wife who died in 2010โฆCLICK HERE TO READ MORE ARTICLES>>>ย
