No matter how many delicious dishes I whip up for myself and others, there is nothing like home cooked food to soothe the soul. I spent Sunday with my mother and one of her best friends from nursing school and we laughed and ate our way through the afternoon.
We started of with a little snack of moinmoin and akara – black eyed beans boiled and fried respectively – and custard.
This was followed by a plate of semolina, okra, stew and a piece of beef. Mouthwatering stuff. I felt full and content in a way that I have not felt for months. Food cooked by the right person is such a comfort.
A cup of tea in a yellow mug…
It was a nice afternoon. It was nice to see my mother smiling and laughing, if only for a few minutes. It was nice to just be with my mother and nice be to thinking about something up-lifting for once. I was writing down mine and my sisters’ names to book tickets for this and that, when I realised that in a few months my little sister would have a different surname to me. I looked and my mother and she looked at me and we both seemed to feel both sadness and hope at the same time. Life changes, it moves on relentlessly. We are moving onwards and upwards.