Stories, Photos, Faith…. Life as I see it

Onídòdò

You see, I knew she had to be my wife the first day she fried dòdò for me.

Now don’t get me wrong, Ìyàwó had always been one of a kind. You know that kain babe a guy has that he thinks he probably does not deserve. Ìyàwó had always been like that and though I had toyed with the idea of sticking with her a couple of times, I had not gotten to that place in my life where I could accept to be tied to someone….. forever……

But you see that Sunday afternoon, I saw Ìyàwó  from a different perspective.

It was one of those NEPAless Sunday afternoons and we had just finished playing a game called eléweńjewé. Since she had won the game an umpteenth time, Ìyàwó thought to compensate me so she looked at me and said “Je kin tie din dòdò fun e”. I lazily followed her into the kitchen and sat by the door as we argued about panla and titus fish. She liked titus, I liked panla. She won’t eat panla, I won’t eat titus.

Anyway Ìyàwó brought out the biggest frying pan in her kitchen poured some oil in and at the right temperature began to slice oval-shaped pieces of dòdò into the fire. In my long sojourn of life (evidenced by my tummy and beard) I know that it takes a special kind of woman to know that every oval slice of dòdò has its own personality and should be treated as such. Ìyàwó turned each dòdò one after the other making sure that it was the color of sunset- A perfect golden brown on either side! More than that, Ìyàwó did not scoop the entire dòdò out at once; she brought them out one after the other or at best as twins or triplets never quadruplets and never-never a football team! She understood the science of dòdò. And I loved her again that day.

I loved her even more when she didn’t complain over the fact that I ate the dòdò as she scooped it out of the fire. She just placed a plastic cup of water beside me and continued to be involved in the life-cycle of each oval piece. When she was done, she threw a piece of dòdò in her mouth and hugged me from the back as I finished my dòdò whilst standing.

More than anything, when I called her ‘Onídòdò’, she did not take offence, on the contrary she looked up at me, grinned exposing her gapped tooth and healthy gums… and then she replied “olówóorími”.

How could I not marry her?

My Onídòdò!!!!

7 Responses to “Onídòdò”

  1. OgoOluwakitan

    RoRo— That kain dodo we chop today na!
    Uncle J… Yes na…. Rem She is called Iyawo too….. N yes you know us *winks back*

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