Health Benefits of Oha soup.

If you are a vegetarian or not, this Igbo soup is absolutely meant for you. It is sweet, nutritious and very easy to make. Oha soup is common in the eastern part of Nigeria and is known for how good it is in enhacing skin radiance and body health.

The ingredients needed in making this soup are the most important components of the soup, they are Oha leaves (as required), Cocao yam (15 to 20 medium sizes) or egusi seed (1 or 2 cups), Chicken, assorted, beef, goat meat, turkey, dry fish or mangala
Maggi (seasoning) 2 to 4 cubes, Crayfish (2 cups), handful of Uziza leaves ( although this is optional), 1 big Stock fish head, Palm oil 15 to 20 centilitres
0.2 cup of ofor or achi as an alternative thickener), Ogiri, salt and pepper to taste.

After getting the ingredients, the next process is to prepare the soup: Wash the cocoyam thoroughly with water to remove dirt and sand, then place in a pot, pour enough water to cover the cocoyam and boil until very tender. Peel off the brown back and pound with mortar and pestle. Blend your fresh pepper with crayfish and keep aside for later use. Pluck off the Uha leaves from the stem, wash it the same way you wash vegetable leaves then use kitchen knife to slice inti the size you want. The next step is to wash your meat clean, steam it with the necessary ingredients for few minutes until it is as soft as the way you desire it to be, while the meat is cooking add hot water into the bowl containing the dry fish and stock fish and allow to boil until tender. Add more (but small quantity of water into the pot of the cooked meat, red oil, blended crayfish and pepper, maggi and salt. Leave to boil; the soup will have taste even though it is watery then add the pounded coco yam or ground egusi (your choice) to serve as thickner. Also, add ogiri at this point. Stir and allow to melt before adding Uziza leaves and Oha leaves. Stir again and leave to boil for another 5 minutes.

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Your Oha soup is ready to be served with any kind of swallow (eba, wheat, semovita or fufu). Do not miss out on this very delicious Igbo soup and considering it is a new month, make it your February healthy African soup. For detailed information, visit http://allnigerianfoods.com/uha-soup or http://www.nigerianfoodtv.com/2013/12/how-to-cook-oha-soup-ora-ofe-oha-ora.html?m=1

Bibiana Ossai © 2016.

Becoming Somebody II.

“We Will Rise” is a CNN film that showcases young women overcoming incredible odds to change their lives and do extraordinary things in their society. It is a mission by Michelle Obama, America’s first lady with the help of other strong women like CNN’s Isha Sesay, Meryl Streep and Freida Pointo. We Will Rise is one of the most compelling film-documentary that I watched in the last days of year 2016 and it made me realise that despite the fact Nigeria is evolving in so many great ways, there are a lot to be done to improve eradicate educational discrimination in some parts of the country.

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Becoming Somebody I.

Mama, I hear the field is green and the roses are red

The wildflowers are growing in the farmlands and

I just wonder when the girls will be one, Mama

When will the girls be like the boys?

Free like the air with a voice of authority

When will I truly live?

Mama, why cannot the girls be like Papa,

Working day and night to be somebody

Let me run till my feet grow weary

Let me fly till my wings grow faint

There is more to me as there is to life but

Doing nothing and being ill-informed is going to eat me up like a canker worm

Tell me Mama, am I just a sold out slave to nothing and everybody?

A help mate you say I am but how can I help when

I am just a bag of culture, religion, norms and limitations.

You can also read this post Nigerian girl-child the writer is very opinionated and optimistic.

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Bibiana Ossai © 2016.

Being Black Mean.

There’s none better than the other. Black and White are colors made up by men to cause disparity among races that come from the mating of same sperm and egg but due to the ideals the world has built around being white or black, we are often posed with the question ‘what does Being Black Mean?’

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Then & Now…

It was a cold morning on 19th October, 1896, some of the husbands and wives were already at the farm to check the crops that had been destroyed by the heavy rain that occurred so as to uproot and replant them, while the young ladies went to the stream to fetch water.

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BEBE: IFE MI.

Let me love you with the whole of me

It should not matter whether you would do the same

The thought of loosing you haunts me every night

And I am loosing my mind

Because I cannot bear to live without you.

What have you done to me?

Have you given me fufu to chop like my mama warned me?

If you have charmed me,

then I should thank the gods, should I not?

Everyone speaks about hatred,

My family and friends see only fire in your eyes

Yet all I see is my fate tangled with yours.

Why I love you so much is wetin me no know

But if I talk say I care

It will mean my love for you don die

So make I love you now wey I do

Because it does not matter what anyone says.

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Bibiana Ossai © 2016.

 

 

WE: where lives matter.

Black or white matters like the human chromosome X and Y
The fruit of primary colors combination is one secondary color,
Just the way the mating of the human chromosome creates one fetus.

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The Power of the African Culture with Simi.

In an interview held in a two-room, well-conditioned office with Afro-pop and Afro-soul singer, Simisola Ogunleye born in Ondo State, she described herself as simple, honest, creative, happy and a hustler.

When asked about what growing up felt like, she tried to paint a vivid picture of her childhood days by stating that she was a tomboy, spoilt, lived a comfortable life and grew up in a broken marriage. Simisola Ogunleye, famously known as ‘Simi’ made mention of the fact that she has never been to her hometown but the Nigerian culture influences the genre of music that she is into, as most of the lyrics of her songs are in pidgin and the application of certain vocal infection to give her listeners a ‘homely feeling’ when her songs are being played.

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Her African Prince

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It was this time last year, he came into her life.
He was the man of her dreams (really, she daydreamed about this man).
Here he was sitting beside her. She didn’t want to say the wrong things so she remained quiet.
Lord, I feel so lucky right now, she thought.
Did he feel the same way?
Lord, I didn’t know you created guys like this.
He was holding her hand and stealing quick glances at her to try to understand what was going on in her mind.
He wasn’t saying anything. She was quiet as well.

He finally said, “You are not looking at me. Are you shy?” She replied “no” and looked into his eyes. He was tired, she could see it in his eyes, his flight was delayed for four hours before he finally arrived.

She wondered what those four hours were like for him at the airport?
She wondered if he thought that it was a bad omen or something?
Here she was sitting side by side with the man of her dreams.
His eyes drenched with sleep, she wanted him to rest a little before they head out for dinner.

 She made the first move, she rested her head.
He copied her.
He didn’t know she wasn’t really sleeping, she just wanted her tired man to rest a little after a long trip.

As he rested.
She thought, am I really attracted to this guy?
She pushed that thought out of her mind quickly. She liked everything about this man.
He texts her first thing in the morning to wish her a wonderful day, then he would text her at noon to remind her to pray, and he would call her at night to pray with her.
On the weekends, they did more praying.

She was on cloud nine.
This was the man of her dreams, she was certain that everything would fall into place.

He finally woke up and got ready for dinner.
He did most of the talking.
She was still too scared to talk.
She could hear her mother’s voice in her head saying “don’t run off the man with your big mouth.”She laughed at his jokes, giving him all the back channels to assure him she was equally interested.

After the dinner.
They went back to his hotel, he suggested they sit by the fireplace to talk.
He held her hand, leading the way. She didn’t tell him that was her first real date.
She didn’t tell him, she was extremely nervous not to chase him away with her insecurities.
He had it all. He was photogenic, educated and crazy about God.
She didn’t tell him, she was already planning the wedding.

The fireplace was so romantic. She wanted to put her head on his shoulders and sleep without talking, but he wanted to talk. So they talked. Well, he did most of the talking.
The next day, the tides turned. He was gone, never to return.

The morale of the story: Someone will hurt you at some point in your love journey, but you gotta get up and try!!!
The Sun will shine again!!
Don’t give up on love!

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