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One pot in 2009. Same pot today.
Mama Ronke started with one pot of ẹ̀fọ́ outside Adeniran Ogunsanya. The queue blocked traffic, LASTMA complained, and we had to find a shop. The recipes have not changed — the pepper is still ground by hand, the stew still sleeps overnight.
Now her daughters run the floor and Mama still tastes every pot before the doors open. If it no sweet, e no dey go out.