Fu-fu

When I retell my African stories, my friends and colleagues appear to be genuinely interested. The Mr. Jacko story creates the greatest interest, especially when I recall waking up with him by my head. Before realising that it is the low level light switch. But the subject of fu-fu causes smiles all around and quite a few knowing winks from the ladies that I chat to in the various haunts that I frequent in and around Aberystwyth. It’s a great name for a food, but the laughter demonstrates that often the meaning of a word or sentence in one language is open to interpretation in another. I must admit that I liked ‘Kinky’ while I was in Africa, but I suspect that my hosts didn’t quite get the joke. But ‘fu-fu’, is a great name. Now try talking to a young lady about fu-fu while keeping a straight face. Not an easy task and one which I challenge anyone to try to do; after they have read the Blog and knowing exactly what it is and how it is made. As they say in South Wales, ‘go on, I double dog dare you…’ And as we all know; you can’t refuse a double dog dare...