A special meal

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I'm the chief croon for "eat o, food is good o." I say it ever so often that my hobby is eating. And it is not even like I eat a lot cause in reality, I don't. It, however, is that for every time that I'm bored, tired, happy, sad, I can eat. And I will eat. Whatever feelings or mood that I find myself in, I eat. Food is good.

When we talk about a meal that reminds me or connects me to a time and place and brings memories related, I can quite accurately make a list of different meals. You know why? I'll tell you. I have lived or well put, I've had to reside at different places at different points in time, all for different reasons and for each one, I can name a meal that was so special to me in that time.

As an example, before I transferred and moved to the University of Nigeria, Nsukka. When I still schooled at the University of Benin, the meal I could easily classify as my special, comfort food was Banga soup. Of course, I never cooked it myself. My aunt, my mother's younger sister, and her family lived at the outskirts of the town, some distance from my school, and she made sure that I visited often. All so that she could look me over to ascertain that I was in health and so she could make some homemade delicacy for meal. And it so happened that every time, or most timed when I visited, Bangalore soup was always made. Was like a coincidence, or maybe cause I never stopped talking about how I liked it, she would always make some available for me. Away from the spaghetti, noodles, rice, and occasional soup from food vendors around school that I had, which were barely tasty, her meals made me feel like I was home. They somehow transported me back home to my mum's kitchen and food. They were finger-licking kind of sumptuous. I always felt some kind of renewal and energy after I had had them. So much satisfaction.

Then again, it reminds me of my time in that school, in that city. It reminds me of the toils, hard work, optimism, vigor, the struggles, and the stories of students, especially the students in Nigeria. Im glad that i still remember.

I hope that this was interesting to read.
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