Back in the early 2000s, there was a period when people stopped eating beans because it was allegedly poisonous and killing people. It was so serious that families were warned to avoid beans completely. But beans happened to be my dad’s favourite food 😭 That man could eat beans 5 times a week without complaining. After about 2 weeks without it, he finally told my mum, “If I perish, I perish… cook beans for me.” My mum was scared too, but she couldn’t bring herself to say no. So this woman travelled all the way from Lagos to Ibadan just to buy beans because she believed the “poisoned beans” might not have reached there yet. When she got back, she cooked it. But when the food was ready, my mum served herself a good portion first and ate it alone. Then she told my dad: “If you don’t hear from me in 2 hours, come and check on me.” She locked herself inside the kitchen because people said those who ate the beans usually died within 30–40 minutes. My dad waited. One hour passed. Then two. Finally, he knocked on the kitchen door. My mum opened it perfectly fine 😭❤️ That was when she explained she ate first to make sure it was safe before giving it to him and the rest of us. Omo… my dad’s love and respect for that woman increased instantly. Till today, I still remember how he kept telling people about the wife who was willing to risk her life first just so her family could eat safely. That night, we all ate the beans together ❤️