Dog Meat Gone—But We Still Smiled

Me and @ubikool taking a snap, preparing for the occasion

Imagine that you and your best friend are invited to help at a traditional marriage. You prepared very well. Pack your clothes inside your bags, including your best shoe, and head out with high hopes—not just to attend and support your friend, but also to help and assist in preparing food and eat it when it's done. But what if I told you that after sweating, chopping, and cooking dog meat and waiting for your own share... then your own share of the delicious dog meat just disappears like that as magic?

Yes. That’s exactly what happened to me and my guy @ubikool.

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🌙 The Night Before: Cooking Rice and Preparing the Fufu

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We arrived at the venue in the evening, full of energy. A pot was on fire containing a potion of rice cooked to serve people that were there in the evening. The compound was really busy with different people moving up and down, pots in the fire boiling, music playing in an MP3, and the elders in the compound shouting instructions like they were generals in a war. This one will say, "Do this," and the other one will say, "Do that."

However, we all know that's how a great event day always is.So that night, we were assigned to help with the fufu preparation. If you’ve ever turned fufu for a crowd, you will understand what I mean. It’s not just cooking the fufu in fire—it’s a battle between the muscles and the stubborn dough.

Ubikool and I took turns in turning the fufu on fire; we were really sweating like we were in a gym house exercising ourselves. I can remember how ubikool's hands were shaking after 8 good turns of the fufu.We told ourselves that, “Tomorrow, we will surely eat like animals 😂.”

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🌄 The Morning Mission: Dog Meat Duty

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The dog meat on fire

Early the next morning, the call came: “Dog meat needs to be prepared, and time is going!” We jumped up like it was an easy task. This was the real deal. We helped in cutting, washing, and cooking the meat. The smell alone was enough to make anyone around come closer and beg for a taste.

We were already planning how we’d sit down later, cross our legs, and enjoy our well-earned portion of the dog meat after the occasion.But first, we had to bathe and dress up for the occasion.

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😱 The Disappearance: Where Is Our Meat?

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The delicious dog meat is full of aroma.

After bathing, we returned with fresh clothes and big smiles. We asked for our share of the dog meat so that we can keep it in a safe place, which we can later consume in the evening time after the occasion.Everywhere was silence 🤐 and then confusion. 🤔🫣Then the truth came to us that our portion had been mistakenly taken to another location for the visitors.

Chaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, oh my God!! Visitors who didn’t turn fufu?

Visitors who didn’t touch firewood?

Visitors who didn’t even know where the kitchen was?

I looked at @ubikool. He looked at me. Our hearts broke quietly. Seeing @ubikool's face, I didn't know if I should laugh or cry at the moment. The pain was deep down. However, we didn't have any other options than to just swallow the pain like cold garri.

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🥲 The Sad Smile and the Groom’s Surprise

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The Occasion Going On

Later, the groom—our friend—heard what had happened. He felt really bad and said, “Let’s go out after the event. I’ll buy you dog meat and palm wine.” Truth be told, I was really happy. I must say this really was redemption and justice at the right time.

Although on the occasion I was happy, I ate the meals over there and drank. When it was time to dance, I danced with all my heart because I was really happy. Knowing that after the occasion I'll enjoy the dog meat and palm wine.Finally the occasion was over; everyone was later dismissed to their various destinations, and the groom and bride also went to their new home.

Later the groom called us, and we followed him to a local spot known for the best dog meat in that area. We sat down, ready to eat and forget our pain and sorrow.Then the seller came and said, “Abeg, dog meat don finish oo!”I nearly fainted.

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🍗 The Eye-catching Fried Chicken to the Rescue

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We had no choice. We ordered fried chicken instead since that was the only meat left. And guess what? It was delicious. The palm wine was cold. The chicken was really sweet and delicious; in fact, it has a great taste. We really laughed remembering what happened earlier, we made jokes from it, and that surely made us forget the pain.

This moment surely reminded me that sometimes, life doesn’t give us what we really expected. And we may surely work hard and still miss our reward. But if we stay calm, and continue to keep good friends, and find some joy in the small or little things, we can still smile and be happy at the end.

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🎉 The Dog Meat May Go, But Our Happiness Stays With the Fried Chicken

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So yes, the dog meat disappeared. Twice. They chicken came once and save us. But we ended the day with laughter and jokes from the incident and fried chicken and cold palm wine. And now, whenever I remember this particular day, I don’t feel sad or angry again. Instead I feel grateful—for the friendship that we still had, for food, and for the funny twist that turned a sad moment into a sweet moment for us.

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I'd love to hear @bossj23, @kidi40, @alli001, @nsijoro, @us-andrew, If you guys were in our shoes, how would you react to this moment? 😂

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📸 All shown pictures are mine, shot on a Tecno Spark 30📱.

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