There she goes again.
Yesterday was Halloween. For the Non-Americans, Halloween is a day that people – children and adults alike – dress up in costumes and go around at night (or evening time, rather) knocking on people’s doors and begging for candy. As a Christian – a Nigerian one for that matter – I don’t celebrate Halloween. Several years ago, I read up on the history of Halloween. It’s been years, so my details might be rusty, but according to what I read and what I remember, Halloween Day is a day that ghosts of dead people are believed to roam the earth. So in order not to be attacked by the ghosts, people dress like them, so that way, they blend right in with the ghosts.
That said, Halloween is not quite as scary as it used to be. It’s gone sexy all of a sudden – just like every other thing. People now dress in skimpy little outfits (like Wonder Woman, Cat Woman, etc) all in the name of Halloween. Some people dress like bugs – example, my neighbors. I wonder if I would be held responsible for hitting a human being if I were to knock down one of these human sized bugs with my car. I wouldn’t want to find out anyway. People were roaming the streets today looking like all sorts of things. Some were cute, I admit. But I’m still not celebrating Halloween – and neither are my future children.
So, back to mom. few days ago, she was complaining about how she did not want to take part in Halloween by handing candy to the kids that knock on the door. Typically, people that don’t want to take part in Halloween just turn off their lights and call it a night. But not my mom! She came up with her own handy dandy plan, which made perfect sense – in her head: she’ll hand the kids akara. Yes, akara. As in the greasy balls we [Nigerians] make from beans and deep fry in oil. Yeap, that one.
No, the kids are not Nigerians. In fact, in my neighborhood, they are mostly White.
Yes, this idea made perfect sense in my mom’s head.
Her reason? “It’s just to show them what else they can do with beans ….”
I’ve got a few questions for mom:
- Who told you these kids want to know else what they can do with beans?
- Who even told you they eat beans?
- How are we going to serve this akara? In ziplock bags or straight into their little palms?
- Will the akaras also accompany a recipe?
Thankfully, we never did get around to handing out akaras – not because mom changed her mind and decided to save us the humiliation, but because she was too busy to make the akara.
Thank God for small mercies, huh?