TO THE pastor who claimed my favourite food is demon possessed. Ah, pastor, pastor … you came for the porridge, but the porridge has come for you. Let me politely, but cheekily, defend a dish that has survived shipwrecks, sugar cane fields, hard times, and our great-grandparents cooking pots since 1860.
TO THE pastor who claimed my favourite food is demon possessed.
Ah, pastor, pastor … you came for the porridge, but the porridge has come for you.
Let me politely, but cheekily, defend a dish that has survived shipwrecks, sugar cane fields, hard times, and our great-grandparents cooking pots since 1860.
Only to be accused, in 2026, of hiding demons between an onion and a green chilli.
