Political Banga Soup.

The riotuous pot was shaking...the soup boiling fervently.The familiar aroma of Mama's banga soup beckoned unto me like the town crier's "Agogo".Who can withstand the active call of the divers ingredients of Mama's pot of banga soup,the "eastern Asa fish" straining amongst the " western Pomo" and "the northern beef" to be seen. The periwinkles of the South not being left out are comandeering the bottom part of the pot,claiming that domain as their territory with shouts of marginalization in the air.
Poor citizens of the banga soup! They fail to see that they together give great pride and integrity to this prized delicacy.Their different tongues,cultures and origins contribute to the uniqueness of the taste which is bound to change when you have one without the other.
A little "maggi patriotism" will not do the trick. It takes the expertise of Mama's deligent fingers in the mastery and art of banga soup preparation, to concoct the exquisite taste of this National soup,to the delight of the waiting masses who chroused in unison,"Prepare the Usi (starch)!"