#nigerian food

My parents are so unfestive. Not to say that its a bad thing, but growing up and coming back from the breaks, I was so jealous to hear all the amazing stories for the things people would do with their families during Thanksgiving/Christmas time that I would resent them. But now looking back, it sucked but I also came to appreciate the things I have and not so much have this tangible concept of having things just for the sake of it.

And with that, I take on my own experiences and put more money doing that. That’s how I feel its supposed to be done.

But this Thanksgiving, my family invited over a pastor (who they met through our church) in which I have never met in my life. I am so MIA from home that I always come home surprised to the new things that they do. But to make matters short, he’s a priest but he’s Nigerian (just like ourselves) and they invited him over for dinner. He was so humbled by it for he has only been in the US for like 5 years now and he has never had a real Thanksgiving Dinner. So it was nice for him to come over and eat a mix of both Nigerian and American dishes along with share us stories about Nigeria in the current day and a lot of the things he experienced as a priest in both Nigeria and America. From arm robbers to drama in the church, the stories were interesting, different and never ending. We laughed and chatted for around 5 hours (because Africans love to talk) and it was time to go. Honestly it was a great time.

And what made it quite different this year compared to last year was that I didn’t have to cook! Took that Megabus home on Thanksgiving for them tickets were mad expensive. Whose paying $80 one way when I could pay $25 to come home the day of and not have to worry about cooking too?! ME.