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Good evening people. I hope your weekend is going on smooth. This is the supposed conclusion to the Bitter Leaf Soup: Roasting Stories or maybe not. If you are new here and you want to understand what the Bitter Leaf Soup series is all about, click here . To read up on the roasting stories, click here. Part 1 . Part 2 [Recap] Part 1. I have a flaw of always defending myself and coming up with excuses It made me to lock horns with my very good friend, Pheno who is very tenacious for the truth. It leads to a 'roasting' session and I see myself through my friends' eyes and my ego is fried. I identify my defects and begin to work on them. Part 2: I work with three pre-teens whose relationship was experiencing tense friction that they were sick and tired of but couldn't voice out. I propose a roasting session and they all agree. It's the Architect's turn to be roasted, she burst into tears and runs out of the library. [Back to Story] The moment ...

Photo Credit: YouTube.com Good evening everyone, So sorry I didn't post the continuation of the 'Roasting series' yesterday. Sunday was kinda eventful for me so I was too busy to finish up the article. So back to the series. Roasting: The Aftermath of a splintered ego Few things can make a grown man cry those man-tears, stare at the skies, shake his head and sigh 'See my life.' Roasting is one of them. Fast forward two and a half years later after my first 'roasting' experience I had the opportunity to work at (in my opinion) a very prestigious college in the country. I loved the suitable environment for learning, the facilities and techniques used to educate the children, but most of all what I loved was the drive for excellence among the students instilled their academics and competitions instilled by the visioneer and chairman of the group of schools, leading to whooping amount of 54 awards from competitions (Mathematics, English, Science a...

Photo Credit: favim.ru Roasting It's a pleasure to start the Bitter Leaf Soup series with this theme; Roasting This thing changed my life ehn...quicker than some 10 sermons put together. (Depending on who is giving the sermon o. Lol) Who first mentioned the idea of roasting to me?  *taps brain box* Was it Tunde or Toye or Efe? Aargh... Honestly can't remember but may God bless that person. You might wonder what the fuss is all about, I will tell you why. Growing up, I had this flaw, I had this flaw that didn't look like a flaw but rather a gift. It was a gift that blinded the eyes and enhanced the mouth I would do something clearly wrong and will still have something to say to excuse myself... Now that I am trying to write about this, I really can't remember any of the silly excuses I used to give back then because most of them were never valid reasons. OK, sometimes, Mum can walk into my room and be like, "Emeka, why is your room dirty li...

I walk into the kitchen and see my mum washing some vegetables leaves in a bowl and panic... "Mummy..." I ask almost hyperventilating, "...what are we eating?" "Bitter le..." "Ooooooh God!" I wail "Emekis, come now...ehn, this thing is not as bitter as you think..." My much younger, childish self was angrily sulking, 'bitter' towards my mum and her bitter leaf soup that she was preparing. Why in all God's good green Earth will anyone eat something called 'bitter'? Oyinbo children dey enjoy o. Sebi na spinach and cabbage they go dey do shakara, make them come chop Onugbu na make them know how far. (White children seem to be enjoying when they are asked to eat cabbage and spinach veggies, yet they throw tantrums They should try some bitter leaf and tell the difference) Bitter leaf (vernonia amydalina: in Igbo, Onugbu, pronounced as spelt: in Yoruba, Ewuro pronounced as spelt.) soup was a delicacy th...