june contest

Feel Africa or remain numb.

Akanbi bit his microwaved dinner. Oh! Taste of Africa, the fresh hotness of Amala that burnt his tongue and how the burst of flavours and spices made up for it.
He went for a walk, the air smelt misty and cold. Oh! Smell of Africa, the smell of hot Akara on newspaper, grilled suya, wet soil, herbs and spices, fragrances that tingled his nose.
The streets were silent. Oh! Sound of Africa, the drums, the crying babies, oil sizzling, old women telling folklores to cheering infants. Suddenly Akanbi realized he’s been feeling numb lately, he knows he misses feeling Africa.


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