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The beautiful rhythm of the pestle and mortar filled my ears
Oh mama!!!
Beads of sweat trickled down her face
With a baby tied to her back,
Vigorously pounding yam with her delicate hands
Paying no attention to me standing at the threshold of the kitchen
Skillfully pounding and turning the yam to make no way for lump
Oh, My precious pounded yam.

Pots and pans clashed together,
The nice scent of melon soup filled my nose
Mama mixed the steaming mixture
Adorning the soup with the delicious cow skin
Food is ready, mama said
Cleaning the drool at the edge of my mouth.

– Alonge Oluwatoyosi

I’m craving hot pounded yam rn😂!!!

Photocredit: Google.

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