Relax, Garri Is Coming
I had gone to Mile 12 Market to buy a few things. And if you know Mile 12, you know it can be completely overwhelming. Later that evening, we finished cooking all the soup and were ready to pack it into the freezer. But there was a snag: There was nothing to eat the soup with. Imagine that! What readily came to mind was eba, but gàárì ti tán — the garri was finished. Then, shortly after, a…








