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Mami Wata Ecolodge: A Culinary Journey Through Cape Verde’s Sustainable Flavors and Traditions

There’s something ineffable about how food can speak to the soul, especially when crafted with hands that have cultivated both the ingredients and the land they come from. At Mami Wata Ecolodge, nestled on the rugged coastline of Cape Verde, this connection between food, place, and spirit becomes an unspoken language. 

The moment we stepped onto the grounds of Mami Wata Ecolodge, we were enveloped in an atmosphere that felt both intimate and expansive. We were greeted with an ice-cold glass of Bissap—our first taste in Cape Verde. This wasn’t the Bissap we knew from Senegal or Nigeria; it was lighter, more refined, with a delicate balance of mint and just a hint of sweetness. It was a simple gesture, yet it set the tone for the days ahead, where each meal would offer a new layer of discovery and a deeper connection to the island. 

Day 1: Sunset on the Plate

It’s dinner time, and the sun casts a warm, golden light over the ocean filling the air with tranquility. Dinner was served as the sky transitioned from blush pink to deep indigo, a backdrop that made the meal feel almost like a ritual. The starter, eggplant stuffed with cheese and tomatoes, was a comforting introduction, each bite a melding of creamy and tangy flavors that promised more delights.

mami wata ecolodge

Then came the main course: a pork steak that was nothing short of a revelation. Tender and juicy, it pulled away from the bone effortlessly, each bite seasoned to perfection with a sauce that whispered rather than shouted. The yam purée was the perfect companion, smooth and earthy, grounding the dish in the rich soil of the island.

And then, the finale—cocoa ice cream. It was grainy and a little unrefined. it was my first taste of this but surely not my last. It wasn’t just dessert but a moment of pure indulgence; textured and rich, a fitting end to our first night. The evening wasn’t just about the food, though. It was about the setting sun, the sounds of the waves, and the gentle presence of Alex, our bartender. Alex with his easy smile and deep knowledge of the local spirits, made every drink feel like it was crafted just for you. As he poured, he spoke of the island’s history, the ingredients sourced from local farmers, and how each cocktail showcases Cape Verde’s unique blend of cultures. 

Day 2: New Flavors and Old Memories

Day two began with a breakfast spread that was a feast for the senses. As I made my way to the dining area, I passed the gardener, an elderly man whose hands were weathered by years of working the land, carefully harvesting herbs for the day’s meals. This sight was a reminder of the deep connection between the food on our plates and the earth beneath our feet—a connection that would be reflected in every dish that followed. Alex, our ever-charming bartender-turned-guide, greeted us with a warm smile and began to take us through the colorful array of breakfast platters as they arrived. The first set featured cold cuts—fresh goat cheese that tasted like it had been made just hours before, paired with sun-ripened tomatoes bursting with flavor.

Then came the breads and cakes, each bite a testament to the skill of Analise, the resident chef whose passion for her craft was evident in every detail. A standout from the morning was hummus, served with warm, freshly baked bread. The hummus was so good that we couldn’t help but ask Analise for the recipe. She handed us the recipe with a smile that crinkled the corners of her eyes, speaking of generations of Cape Verdean women who have passed down their secrets from mother to daughter, each adding a little more love along the way. “Don’t forget to add love,” she said, her voice warm and sincere, “because that’s the most important ingredient.” It was a sentiment that echoed through every dish we tasted during our stay—a reminder that in Cape Verde, food is not just sustenance; it’s an expression of care, connection, and community.

Dinner greeted us with a surprise—a menu that challenged our palates and introduced us to new flavors. The starter was banana ceviche, a dish I’d never encountered before. It was a revelation: the sweetness of the banana was elevated by the freshly harvested herbs from the lodge’s gardens, creating a mixture of unexpected and delightful flavors. The fish in foil that followed was a testament to the simplicity of fresh ingredients—juicy, tender, and seasoned to perfection, with vegetables cooked just right, retaining their bite without losing their essence. 

But the true highlight came at dessert—passion fruit mousse. As someone who adores passion fruit, I feel this dish is a personal gift. It was light, tangy, and perfectly sweetened, the kind of dessert that lingers in your mind long after the meal. Each spoonful was a burst of my favorite fruit, a vibrant close to another unforgettable day at Mami Wata Ecolodge.


Day 3: A Farewell Feast with Memories to Last 
Our final day at Mami Wata Ecolodge began with a breakfast that felt like a comforting embrace. The colorful spread, with its fresh herbs and vibrant fruits, was a familiar delight. Each bite was a reminder of the lodge’s dedication to showcasing the island’s flavors.

Dinner that evening was a celebration of all we had come to cherish about this special place. It began with cassava served with that unforgettable hummus, a perfect reminder of Analise’s warm-hearted cooking. The main course stewed pork with couscous and sweet potato chips, was a dish that melted in your mouth, each bite an invitation to savor the moment with your eyes closed. Dessert was once again the cocoa ice cream—familiar and comforting, yet no less delightful. It was a sweet farewell, a final taste of the flavors that had made our stay unforgettable.

Reflecting on Cape Verde’s Culinary Soul

As I look back on our time at Mami Wata, I’m struck by how deeply the experience was intertwined with the essence of its people and land. The property’s dedication to sustainability is evident in every detail—from the vibrant herbs flourishing right on-site to their thoughtful support of local farmers. Each meal is more than just food; it’s a narrative of Cape Verde’s rich soil, the hands that nurture it, and the traditions that blend into a unique culinary tapestry. Mami Wata is not merely a destination; it’s a vibrant, living story of a place where every flavor and every moment are imbued with meaning.

Mami Wata isn’t just a place to stay; it’s a place to truly experience—to taste, to feel, and to remember long after you’ve gone.

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Sweating in Cairo, Smiles in Rabat: My Morocco Travel Diaries

It has become a sort of tradition to spend my birthday in a new country. 25 was in East Africa– Tanzania, and 26 was in West Africa, Senegal— and for 27, the choice was North Africa, Morocco. A Kingdom peculiar to the North African heritage– Morocco is diverse, yet intensely conservative with their practice of Islam. While Morocco travel is highly sought after in Africa, for good reason– there are very few dark skinned Africans within this population.

akchour waterfalls, Morocco
Akchour waterfalls, Morocco

I spent hours researching everything what could possibly go wrong for a Black female traveler in the country, and printed over 30 pages of documents which included bank statements from the day my mama popped me out, and what my neighbor liked to eat for dinner. I actually had to write a letter introducing who i was, where i worked and reasons why I won’t abscond should Morocco permit my travel.


Tourist guides all around Scarlett Johansson’s internet warn visitors, especially black women to avoid walking the medinas (markets) of Marrakech alone and cover up every skin pore. Armed with that information, I curated a new wardrobe stacking long dresses alongside skirts and scarves.  After an agonizing 3-week wait, our passports were finally released with a one month visa stamp. This trip was one of many firsts, a stamped visa application, my first time in North Africa and my first time in an Arab country.

Cairo, Egypt


We flew from Kenya aboard Egypt airways, it was a 13-hour flight with an 8-hour day layover in Egypt so we planned to explore Cairo during the time. I dressed the part in a pair of loose brown linen pants, and a loose silk shirt. When we landed in Cairo by noon, I was not prepared for the heat that hit. We spent 30 minutes scurrying from one counter to another trying to find out what the process of getting out of the airport was. It didn’t help that it is a french speaking country, and we spoke no french. Eventually when we got to the right counter, our passports were seized and we were told to go wait with a group of people that looked like they had been sleeping in the lobby for a week. 

I had anticipated some hiccups with Egypt – everybody I know that has been on Egypt air swears to never do it again so indeed it had begun. After about an hour of visiting the counter at least 10 times and raising my voice twice, we finally got our passports back. We were grouped with the only other two travelers heading the same way, an elderly man and a middle aged lady, both Moroccans. Surprisingly, we were also given a hotel voucher which we weren’t expecting, seeing as it was a day trip. We later found out it was because the they were both first class passengers and it was easier to group us. 

Cairo, Egypt
Cairo, egypt
Egypt

After three hours of unsuccessfully trying to check in, we abandoned that plan and decided to grab a quick lunch instead before heading into the city. The food was surprisingly good; I almost forgot about the heat. By this time, my shirt was off.

Cairo, Egypt

The lady could speak some English, and that eased our stress very much. From there on, she coordinated our tour for the day to the pyramids of Giza and river Nile. She also prevented us from getting scammed by everyone we tried to buy souvenirs from. She called me Laila – an Arabic name given to pass me off as a North African and avoid paying tourist charges. By the time we boarded the final leg to Casablanca, she had invited us to spend the night in her home. You know what they say, never reject the kindness of a fellow traveler. 

Pyramids of Giza
River Nile, Egypt
Pyramids of Giza, EGYPT
Pyramids of Giza
River nile, Egypt
River nile, egypt

On arrival, the immigration queue was pretty long but it moved fast and by the time it finally reached my turn, I’d managed to work up an anxious sweat even though the temperature was under 20 degrees. “Welcome to Morocco,” the officer smiled as he leafed through my passport looking through my collection of stamps. I was granted entry, (surprisingly easily. everything i’d read prepared me for snide comments and racist misogynistic questions) grabbed our luggage and quickly caught up with our new travel friend & host for the night. It was 12:30am in Casablanca and it was chilly outside. Her driver pulls up in a sedan, and we all pile in, ready to begin a 2-hour-drive to Rabat where she lives. Rabat was not included in our itinerary initially, but the beauty about travel is embracing the unknown and so we canceled our reservation in Casablanca that night.

As we made our way home, I noticed how truly it did feel like a scene from Aladdin. Palm trees and ornate lamps lined the entire stretch of the drive interjected by little gardens of colorful flowers and benches.

“Are we around the government house? “ I asked “It feels presidential around here” 

“Actually, this is how this area of Rabat looks. Everything is beautiful and these lamps are very normal around Morocco “ 

Rabat, Morocco

For a Nigerian like myself, Morocco is an anomaly of what a nation should look like. They have a certain mindfulness in their culture and approach to life, or the arts. It was also at this moment that I realized one of the key lessons I would learn from this trip: thankfulness. I am finally in Morocco, and the country is delivering on its promises through the beauty of the environment, and kindness of its people.  I couldn’t have been happier.

Pyramids of Giza, Egypt
Pyramids of Giza