12 The Visit

The Visit

Now, I hastily walked back to the kitchen to check the food without waiting for a response.

However, he stood there confused as he watched me walk back to the kitchen.

'Why would she bother to reheat the food under this circumstance? The food got cold as a result of my returning late. Yet, she took the pain to do that.'

He thought to himself. Meanwhile, the food was his favorite. Potatoes from Jos, Plateau State, North Central of Nigeria, which most Nigerians preferred to call Irish Potatoes. As for my husband, it was Jos Potatoes or, better still, Berom Potatoes. His first encounter with it was when his uncle, who lived in Jos, brought it to the village. The uncle was fondly called 'Uncle Jos' and as such the potato was named after him.

If only he knew the pains I took to get that, as it was not the season and not even sold in the neighborhood. In my opinion, no matter the situation, he needed to eat because he might be starving and would not joke with his precious 'Jo