Auntie Wani’s fried cassava was so good that grown men would queue up just to get a piece. The rumor was, one bite and you’d feel pure happiness—or at least forget your problems for a while. One day, a girl asked me a secret. I grinned, “It’s love… and a whole lot of oil.” She took a bite, and her eyes went wide. “This is life-changing,” she mumbled. I chuckled “Nah. That’s just the cassava talking.”