Pounded cassava leaves
Lubricated by yellow palm oil
Dressed with peanut butter cleaves
Your palate with delight as flavours in your mouth boil.
Plucked pumpkin leaves cut into thin strips
Boiled to tenderness
Tease your soft palate with beeps
Signalling culinary happiness.
Pasta escorted by game meat
Titillate taste buds
Of gourmets who treat
With respect and reverence spuds.
Pasteurized milk added to cassava leaf stew
Forms a nutritious soup
That goes beyond a few
Sessions of supplying succulent dishes to a street kid group.
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