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We went kernel (banga) hunting during break in primary school. See eerr, this life is very funny. Schooling in the village is one of the experiences that one will never forget. I thought banga cracking was only for village children, but my exchanges with other city friends proved otherwise. It seems the syndrome is everywhere.  Na my stone that di man, no touch am. Na for here I di put my banga, make person no pass for dey. I pick 1, I pick 2. Ayoooo, that your canda for banga don stink my ear. Di banga no di comot for inside, ei di over broke broke”. Those were some of the phrases you will hear from us, the mbanga crackers under palm trees during break. While others were going home to eat ‘Ekule’ (sleeping fufu and black soup), some of us scavenged under the palm tree in a bid to…