This post is written by Tipu, my childhood friend. We’re still good friends, from when we were both ‘this high’ and mischievous to boot. She’s the friend who taught me to make fondant. And with whom I foraged fruit. Ebelebo.
Here’s Part 1 of 2 posts from her. Thank you dear.
Huge trees to my childhood eyes.
Ebelebo Trees. (Fruit to you, Lagosian? And Sea Almond to others)
Little hands going through Ixora hedges for a space I can squeeze through. The sweet smell beckoning to me.
I find some space and wriggle my slim body through the hedge; into fallen brown leaves and lots of fallen ripe fruits. Some yellow and others have a reddish purple hue.
I start to pick and sort through looking for smooth perfect fruit that haven’t been nibbled on by insects or birds. After a while my pockets and hands are filled with my delicious harvest.
Sometimes these trips are made with my little brothers, and sometimes a group of friends. When we get home we wash and eat the fruits we’ve picked.
And when we’re done eating, the seeds are next.