Aunty Feyi was like a mother to me and my late brother. Her cooking was next to none. She was the best cook in town. I remember when Kweku would boast about our past stew and how he could not get enough of it. Aunty Feyi used to to think our cooking was dangerous and begged Kweku not to eat our food. Instead Kweku refused to eat his late grandmother's food. He would rather eat our food every day.  This is how we bonded many years ago. May aunty Feyi's perfect soul rest in peace.