The answer is not so simple. But let’s go. About 3 years ago I started an Instagram page called “foodfelonies” it was a long, hot and boring summer in Debrecen, everyone had gone to their home countries and I was planning to do just same until the issuing of my Hungarian residence permit was delayed causing me to miss my flight date. Depressed and utterly gutted, it dawned on me that I was not going back to Nigeria for the summer anymore. Every single day I spent in Debrecen was traumatic to my mental state, so I decided to find joy somehow in this desolate land, I thought “ if I open an Instagram page and showcase my food it might be a good form of distraction from the boredom” and it was true, but only for a short while.
The new semester started, 2nd year of medical school, stress and whatnot. I almost shut down the page, just a few days to doing so, 2 of my classmates from Iceland had seen the page and complimented me on it. I thought in my mind why was I thinking of deleting this page? What is wrong with me? Things continued as they were until my 3rd year when people started sending me DMs on Instagram to write out recipes for them. I thought to my self, this must be a joke “me! recipe ke?”. What do I even know about food?. But I guess they saw what I didn’t see at the time.
I’m in my 4th year of medical school now and I have decided to just start a blog where I write out all my recipes and just talk about food as I find that weirdly satisfying. I have always been associated with food, I have been cooking for as long as I can remember, some of my friendships have been based on my food supplying capabilities, some people knew I could cook well before they even knew my name. It only makes sense to ride with them in the circus.
Welcome to Foodfelonies.

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