Why I am no fan of couscous, By Osmund Agbo

My first encounter was aboard an Ethiopian Airlines flight from Washington Dulles to Addis Ababa. I’m still not sure why I chose it. Perhaps I reached for something that looked vaguely familiar. Or perhaps I was momentarily distracted by the flight attendant, a Tigrayan beauty, the sort that once turned a high-profile Nigerian politician to […] The post Why I am no fan of couscous, By Osmund Agbo...