So, I started seeing them on the streets about three weeks ago while driving around the Island. A number of sellers with their wheel barrows full of them have been strategically positioned on busy streets around town. It was on a Saturday afternoon that it dawned on me that I haven’t eaten one in well over a long time. I pulled my car over and asked a mallam that was selling them in front of his Oga’s house how much they were…”twenty, twenty Naira madam”. I picked out a few and brought them home. Apparently, after scouring the Internet, I found out that these are a fruit native to the Americas and naturalised in not only Nigeria, but Ghana, Sri Lanka, India and Indonesia. In Nigeria the seeds are commonly used to play local games and threaded together to create anklets for traditional dancers. Who knew! As I broke the first one down, it’s gummy sticky flesh wrapped around a smooth silky seed, the flavour brought back memories from way back when, when a girl was footloose and fancy free. Oh Agbalumo, like this you’re in season, like that you’re out. Now slowly, but surely they’re going out of season because it’s been a few days since I’ve seen them on the streets. Agbalumo, till next year when we shall meet again!
I cleaned out my first agbalumo in donkey’s years. Needless to say, my béllé don full!