So, like I said, Ketele Torgborgee drove me to Texas. Long before the trip, I had spoken with my cousin to make some serious order. The conversation went like this:
Him: What kind of Torgborgee you want, bean or ketele?
Me: Ketele
Him: So do you want it hot?
Me: No, not too spicey
Him: What do you want inside?
Me: Dry fish, dry meat, shrimp, herring, and the real torgborgee oil
Him: OK we'll get it ready and freeze it for you.
Me: Thank you...I'll be there before Christmas day...
Yes, I did arrived as stated. My youngest sister, DG and I arrived at Greyhound's bus terminal downtown Sacramento at 9:40pm on December 18th. Little did we know that the bus will not leave till almost 2hrs later. Good thing that, my sister-in-law had packed us on our way with palm butter rice and lots of kaiyan (made from peanuts, gari, sugar and oil - ohmmm yummy). I literally survived on the palm butter rice for day one. Don't ask me about heating, warming, going bad etc...the bus was cool enough to keep it going for at least 12hrs - well, I did not get sick so nothing to worry about.
After hustling and bustling on "interesting" Greyhound, we finally arrived in Dallas on December 20th. I quickly rushed for the bathroom, cleaned up and headed for the kitchen. I was greeted with a massive pot filled with all the good stuff. Geez I delve in - and ate like a pig - no kidding. Then, we bought a container the next day, pour a significant amount into it for return to California and eventually Toronto.
It was great to so my cousin, his sister and his fiancee. We had a wonderful time with the best being - playing basketball together. Both of us were really thankful for the fact that, we did not die in Liberia's war. We remember playing basketball on Duport Road and Liberia Broadcasting Corporation Court, almost 21 years ago. He often drove by our house, over the weekends to pick me up so we could play together. Not much has change with me - he testified: "you're still a tomboy Veronica...still playing hard amongst the boys..." You bet I am! Actually, as a high school student at William V. S. Tubman High School in 1989, the girls basketball team "fell apart" that year and so, the coach asked me to play on the boys team and I sure did, even though ,most of the boys were angry. Never happened before at T-High!
In the end, DG and I had a great time in Dallas, albeit short! On return to Sacramento, this time we figured it would be better to fly after encountering that much hassle on Greyhound buses.
