Fufu, the food of the legends. The number one elite food in Gold Coast.
So many tales I have heard about native foods but none can be compared to the tales of Fufu. If these tales of fufu were to be written down, then it will definitely compete with the Holy Bible for the number of pages.
Some schools of thought propose that FuFu predates Christ, I can’t say for sure, but with the reverence accorded to this food, I have little or no option than to yield to the theory. A simple analogy of how this luminary meal looks like is a pool of water with a rocky mass at its locus, then the inside endowed with marble chippings (meat).
“Variety is the spice of life”, but unfortunately this maxim holds false of a typical Akan man as he can gulp bolus of Fufu on daily basis.
The intake of Fufu is simply a positive feedback, as taking one bolus will increase the vim to gulp increasing size of mould of Fufu. The gulping down of this sumptuous bolus of Fufu follows a particular rhythm as the song muttered by its predator.
An adage says in the Ibo culture that “he who brings kola brings life.” In Akan I guess this will do… “he who brings Fufu brings life.
It used to be a rumour that ladies detest eating food with bare hands especially in public which I have confirmed. Unfortunately most Akan ladies have defied shyness in the quest of eating Fufu.
If Fufu was to be a tournament, most ladies will play! If Fufu was to be lotto, all Akans will play (not excluding our grayed hair professors and lecturers). If Fufu was to be a crime, trust me even the prison warders in Kumasi will turn prisoners. Why? I can’t tell….maybe the spirits of their fore fathers dwells in Fufu.
Where two or more are gathered in God’s name, His presence dwells there (Matt. 18:20). Well in addition to this quotation, I can aver that where two or more Ghanians are gathered, Fufu dwells there.
My maxim couldn’t be any false when Kofi and Emeka were exchanging blows in the Central Market in Adum. I cared to intervene. I listened to the cause of the altercation, Lo and behold! I was dumbfounded after listening to their different stories.
It goes this way; Kofi and Emeka went to a chop bar to charge and boost their morale with a plate of Fufu. Emeka claims the meal does not look nice neither does it taste nice. Strangely, this candid complaint from Emeka enraged Kofi who was directly sitting beside him. “How dare you desecrate the name of Fufu in that manner?” Kofi said. Emeka who already wore a forlorn look pounced on Kofi for questioning his complaint and that was how the fight ensued.
I grew up to believe that on my first date with a lady, the location where we should meet matters. So it made me think of places like Mr. Biggs, Shoprite and the likes. What I grew up to believe came haunting me after a few years in Kumasi.
Here it goes; I (Dozie) met a lady in Tech Junction. I sparked a conversation, the conversation became interesting. In a bid to make her feel less bored, I asked her where we should go at least to take a bottle of chilled drink because the weather was hot. Hoping to hear places like Golden Tulip…. Behold she said we could use the Fufu resort center just adjacent to the taxi station…. I was demoralized… ( lol).
Have you heard of the much dreaded Boko Haram, Alqaeda, Al-shabaab, Tuarengs, and ISIL? What does this group have in common? They are blood thirsty vampires. But I can categorically tell you that the issue of their blood shed will soon join history.
How possible is that? Fufu has these natural potentials of dissipating rays of mercy and sympathy among men who swallow it. Fufu can melt the heart of satan himself. It will exhume quanta of passion, sympathy off men’s heart. Even a rocky heart will thaw at the sight of Fufu, let alone tasting it.
If this luminary dish can shatter the conscienceless satan, what are these vampires to it? huh?
Police need not torture suspects anymore for intelligence. That is crude and inhumane! Isn’t it? Yeah it is. In fact any officer caught in such act should be prosecuted. He should be prosecuted for ignoring the simple techniques of information extraction. Now the question is; what is this simple technique?
Simply shoving a plate of Fufu right in front of the suspect does it all! Do this and let him savor to death, as its appetite will make him sing incriminating information to Mr. Cop just like a nursery rhythm. He will beg for a bolus like a kid pleading for a candy.
Where there is Fufu, there is joy. Where there is Fufu, there is liberty. Where there is Fufu, wisdom flows like rivers of Euphrates. Where Fufu lacks, then obviously that place is just not in the map of Ghana.
Have you ever wondered why Ebola could not infiltrate Ghana? Frontpages of international dailies is now about the raging Ebola strain. This strain currently basks in its euphoria as cure to this ailment seems unavailable.
I strongly urge all physicians all over the world to take a trip to the “Gold Coast”. The cure lies in there. Just a hot bowel of light soup and a rocky mass of Fufu is enough to send Ebola strain back to the Abyss. This confirms FuFu is AntiViral.
