It was a foggy December morning and I was only 7 when I came eye to eye with what the people in my neighborhood had been up to the previous night. At first, it looked like Ejike, who ran a goat pepper soup restaurant in front of our house, had left his roadside kitchen and walked […] http://ift.tt/eA8V8J
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