I will close my eyes and transport myself back home, among my friends, drinking palm wine laced with stout, or whatever. Khaki. Or whatsoever friends gift our ancestors.
Àjò ò dùn bí ilé.
But my ancestors are in Nigeria, not America.
I don’t care for the turkey dinner they have for their Thanksgiving here. I prefer akara and palm wine to give thanks to our ancestors.
To my ancestors, I pour libations of palm wine. And I give thanks that all is very well.
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