“Black
notes, white notes and you need the two to make a harmony, folks!” – Spike
Milligan
There really is nothing as sweet and
tasty as multiculturalism and this beautifully layered cake is our very own
tribute to that fact.
Indeed making a cake in which the careful
layering of vanilla, chocolate and red velvet sponge – each with its own very
distinct flavour – produces a wickedly delicious whole should be particularly
relevant in a country such as ours.
We live in a country where the word
tribalism plays way too prominent role. The Hausas apparently don’t like Ibo
people, the Muslims don’t like the Christians and the Yorubas always seems to
be fighting amongst themselves. Then there’s this confusing issue of the south
south vs. the south east vs. the south west vs. the North vs. whichever
geographical region you can makeup using the various points on a compass.
I’ve got a suggestion – lets play the
metaphor game and see if we can learn
about pressing social issues through cake. Lets say that the Yorubas are
the red velvet sponge or, as I like to call it, the owambe sponge – festive,
fun and full of pizazz. The Ibos then would be the vanilla sponge; there are
well-established Ibo communities dotted all over Nigeria and so like vanilla
cake they seem to blend well with everything. The chocolate base would be the
Hausas – luxurious, dense (in population for the Hausas and in texture for the
cake) and perhaps darkened a touch by that south Saharan sun. So now we’re left
with the minority tribes – like the frosting in between each layer – the glue
that holds the various parts together. It may not be the most prominent part
of the cake but trust me a cake without icing would be pretty dull.
So you see its really easy to visualize
our entire country in a slice of our delicious multi-layered cake with each
part being very different yet coming together to make a pretty awesome whole.
The removal of one part whether it be the chocolate, vanilla or red velvet
sponge or the critical cream cheese frosting would be disaster, and leave the
cake lacking a certain je ne sais quoi.
So whilst you all might be out on the
streets protesting, we’re gonna be hanging in the kitchen hoping we can teach
our fellow Nigerians a little something-something with our sumptuous baked
goods. Don’t ever say that baking can’t be deep and profound.
xoxo
Hans and Rene