Everyone around me knows how much I detest moi moi, no offense, but I think it belongs in the bin. So last night, during my time in the dream world, someone cooked moi moi with whole eggs and fish inside, wrapped in a leaf. Being a proper Benin girl who grew up eating leaf rice with pepper stew, I couldn’t resist the smell of steamed leaf and ate a wrap of the moi moi, and then another wrap, and yet another wrap. Hope I’ve not eaten witchcraft like this? Anyway, if it be that it’s Okpokhihor, then no worries because the chef that made the moi moi was a very fine chocolate daddy.
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