Yesterday, I introduced ụkwa in our class discussion. The interesting thing was that, nobody was asking me the name in English, instead, they were trying to pronounce it correctly.

The course was discussing rich culture of the people. I said that our rich culture connects to food as well. In some part of Igbo land, ụkwa is seen as an exotic meal reserved for some class of individuals at events. Not everyone is privileged to eat ụkwa.

Immediately I said this, the professor asked I pronounce it again. I did.

I refused to call it breadfruit that most of our people are forcing it.

Call it what it's. Your food must not have English name just as their foods don't have Igbo names. What kind of kolomental is this?

Let me not digress.

Immediately I mentioned "ụkwa", I spelled it and watched the entire class jotting it down.

The Professor asked me how it's being prepared. I began to narrate. It was an interesting conversation.

I went to Google and brought this picture of cooked ụkwa to display before the class.

"It looks like a porridge."

"Yes, very delicious food."

The Prof asked what it tastes like before cooked with ingredients.

I told her that it's tasteless. But there are other ways one can eat it without cooking it like this. When sun-dried, you can fry it like the nuts, and eat it with akị.

"What is akị?"

"Akị means palm kernel."

"Ooooh.. interesting", the class echoed.

After the class, some classmates and others taking the class tried to engage me to know more about our local foods.

I paused!

This issue pride in ones root is what started WW2 and is gradually triggering WW3. Who Ukwa help?

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This issue pride in ones root is what started WW2 and is gradually triggering WW3. Who Ukwa help?

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