This is a true story. As a child, along with my younger brother and sister, we refused to eat our own mothers pot of soup. Yes! We returned from Command Children's School, An's Barrack, Yaba, tired and very hungry. Yet we took one look at the freshly prepared "Eba and vegetable soup" and declined to eat. Before you draw the wrong conclusions permit me to say it was not that my mother was a terrible cook (she is a great cook in fact) nor was it because we were spoilt brats. It was not because we were still getting accustomed to Nigerian culinary delights after the preceding 5 years in England. The truth was that there was kerosene (otherwise known as Jet-A1 fuel) in her soup. It was so thick you could smell it. How did kerosene get in to the vegetable soup? It was a simple error in skill or technology or both. This gist begins with my dad bringing home a live goat (if you are a vegetarian or animal rights activist you may want to skip to the next paragraph). De...
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