'Otula Ite' - The Scramble For Joy!
A few times while growing up we fought over
food. Not because there wasn't enough food for everyone but well if you said it
wasn't enough you won't be wrong - there was never enough of the favourite part
of the food which we fought over.
This food crisis always surfaced anytime the
offering was a porridge - 'Otor', yam, plantain, or jollof rice and if it
produced 'Otula Ite'.
Otula Ite was the burnt part of the food at
the bottom of the pot. Cooking with open fire ensured that the food almost
always burned. It was crunchy & the most delicious part of the grub.
We, the henchmen would pretend not to be
hungry when it was time to dish the food so that the top would all be
exhausted. When it reached the kill zone, the fight began. Many factors
determined who got the coveted Otula Ite. They included who got it the last
time, how big the pot used in cooking was, who endured the hunger the most
& waited out the dishing, sometimes it was the strongest as we actually
fought for the pot, at other times it was who was in charge of the dishing -
Mama was fairer, elder Sister? - that one no get time, if she no appropriate am
for herself, she go abandon us to fight am out.
The ultimate Otula Ite was when Nene, our big
Cousin started making 'Agidi Jollof' -
the corn starch delicacy for sale. She'd cook it with the most giant pot you can
imagine. She never missed giving us a little of the delicacy which we savoured
in heavenly delight especially when we got a chunk of biscuit bone and soft
bone. But the ultimate glory was when we could descend on the Otula Ite which
she always, always availed us. May God bless her kind heart!
These days when I enter the kitchen & see
Otula Ite abandoned or the pot soaked in water for disposal I just shake my head in disbelief at what a
lack of knowledge is making this generation lose.
Yeah,
I get into the kitchen once in a while to savour the joy of Otula Ite but I
think the greatest joy of this delicacy will be in my memory - of the time we
hustled, fought & savoured it as kids on the floor of Mama's kitchen; of the
time when the declaration 'm eri nu ite' (I will eat from the pot) was not an
expression of interest in the food, but a declaration of war!

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