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‘Where does the meat, the soup & the Eba go to?’ ‘ Na inside belle ’ I answered. ‘So does it matter in what order or shape they go as long as they end up in the stomach?’. It was logical reasoning. Akin had noticed how I twitched my face as I watched him eat his Eba with Okro soup in the same bowl. Worse of all, he wasn’t even turning the Eba into balls. It was a bit disgusting to me, I was in shock, deep culture shock. I grew up & lived all my life up to when I was about 25 years within a particular culture in Nigeria. We ate with different bowls for Eba & soup. We also carefully formed the Eba into exquisite balls before making an indent and using it to scope to soup into the mouth to savour whatever delicacy it is we are indulging in. And here was a man who poured the Eba & soup in the same bowl! And generally mixed the thing together. It was only Bingo the dog that we fed like that! This is unbearable to watch. Akin snapped me back to reality with his clear solid v...