Jemimas's Magazine

I sat on a small stool in our compound, in front of a coal pot. On the fire was a medium-sized metal pot with oil sizzling in it, and around me were small flat plates of already prepared ingredients: blended onion, pepper and spice, pureed tomatoes, a big bowl of cooked chicken, some rice, and all the other things I would need to make a good pot of jollof.