While browsing the old photos I took since we came to Lagos, Nigeria; one thing stands out. It was the picture of food. This one is very dear to me. It will always reminds me of my parents back in Malaysia. In Malay we called it tebu, sugarcane or ireke in Yoruba. My dad used to buy a long stalk which he would cut into smaller pieces so that me and my brother could enjoy it. That was lightyears away. But I still can remember those Sunday afternoons sucking at the sugarcane and sometimes overdo it that we would cough bits of it.
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| a barrow full of sweet ireke |
