Confession time: I am a grown ass woman who can’t resist the comfort of warm bread and a hot cup of tea no matter what time of the day it is. In this essay, I talk about what this comfort food means to me.
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Confession time: I am a grown ass woman who can’t resist the comfort of warm bread and a hot cup of tea no matter what time of the day it is. In this essay, I talk about what this comfort food means to me.
David, a longtime friend and colleague, thinks that it reflects badly on married women whose husbands eat in restaurants at frequent intervals. This outdated stereotype is an offshoot of the often romanticised African patriarchy, where women are solely responsible for satisfying their husbands’ culinary desires: if a man eats out, it is seen as a… Continue reading My father took us out to lunch every Sunday, someday it’ll be my turn
SOUTH Eatery and Social House socials was a small-sized restaurant that transformed into the host of one of the most talked about on Nigerian Twitter, SOUTH Social nights, biweekly on Fridays starting anytime from 8 p.m. and ending well past midnight. On Sundays, SOUTH socials hosted speed dating events, games, Sunday brunch with Chef Obubu,… Continue reading Now that SOUTH Socials is gone, what’s next?
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