We jolt down the highway in the jeep as the red disc of the sun sinks behind. Our destination tonight, one of Grandfathers favourite haunts.
The patron welcomes us under the vaulted corrugated iron roof as some martial arts drama flickers unwatched on the tv and what proves to be a huge captive snake tastes the air with its forked tongue.
The reptile is indeed fortunate not to be on the menu as this is the speciality goat restaurant. Our table top fryers are set up and Grandmother swizzles the mouth watering entree of sliced pink meat and okra around.
What's the best thing you've ever eaten ? Quite possibly deep fried goats nipples
- no joke.
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