I am not just a lover of food, food also has a fascinating route to caress my throat. I am addicted to cooking – most especially new variety as a form of experimentation. Ogbono soup is one kind of Igbo soups I do not joke with; surprisingly, I always end up cooking it in a mess –no matter how hard I try to cook it. I have learnt how to cook it from friends yet it has yielded no positive outcome.

I never knew I had a roommate who knew how to prepare Ogbono so well till we were discussing how to cook food for a man and make him salivate for more.

She mentioned Ogbono as the best soup she could prepare and my mind flashback to other not-so-good memories I wasted ingredients in the process of preparing the soup. “Ogbono!” I said in awe.

“Yes, dear. My favourite.” She replied, as her hands kept gesticulating as if she was already in the kitchen.

“You will have to teach me dear,” I tendered my...