My Food odyssey Between NC and U.K

My Food Odyssey

I am humbled to be heading to Elon University for the 3rd time on a two-day residency. I am especially thankful to @omolayonkem for a long and productive relationship of mentorship and collaboration that started at Elon. She and her late brother treated me to a special dinner over 5 year ago while they were in town. I have followed Omolayo as she went from Elon to Nigeria as a volunteer, then on to graduate school at SOAS and then to Ireland where she settled with her family.

I am especially thankful for her recommendation for me to speak at SOAS during a World Food Program at SOAS. It was a memorable experience. My experience with the panelists as well as the African students as SOAS was greatly enriching. Yet being in England was very difficult for me. Being around the people there was even more difficult. I couldn't keep my mind from the painful history of my family and the falsehood of what outwardly appeared like a prosperous society. The British colonial rule devastated my family and my country in irreparable ways. Food features prominently in that agony. Whether the role of food has been big or small, I have made a conscious decision to understand that painful relationship through the lense of food.

Abdullah, the Moroccan driver who picked me up from the airport, told me an interesting story of a rich man who was so obsessed with his wealth that he wanted to be buried with all of it. I wanted to stop him midway to as if the person was an Egyptian Pharoah, I held on my question. He looked me and asked me if I knew how the family got around losing their inheritance. I was even in the mood to guess. Abdullah turned back slightly and faced me in the backseat of the Mercedes cab and announced that the family buried the man with the a check of the value of his estate. I felt as though Britain then, and America now are like the man in the story, they want everything for themselves. Indigenious people are being infected with the same disease of valuing objects over life.

Omolayo is my hero for she exemplifies what Africa lost and badly needs: self-love, dedication and excellence. Empires lack that too