One of the joys of having my secondary school education in Enugu was Abacha. Boarding students were not allowed outside the gate, so my friends and I would give our day classmates money to get abacha from the woman who sold outside the school gate. With our eager faces pressed to the gate, we shouted to our saviours things like “Canda 50 naira!”, ” I want mmiri abacha”, “Tell her to more onions o!”. Such is the power abacha holds. However, we purged after eating it that I was forced to create a recipe that makes a delicious abacha without potash, which is meant to hold the oil to the abacha seamlessly.
