Stained Kaftans at Amala Place| A Bukka Experience
That awkward moment when you go to a mama putt, stand in line, collect your food and then spill your soup on the gentleman standing next to you wearing white a kaftan. This was my experience at Amala Place. As a local ajebutter, I’ve never eaten at a mama putt (except you count eaten at Mammy market during NYSC, I was queen of that). After exploring the Arts & Crafts Village, my uncle decided it was time I had my first real mama putt experience. Now some will argue that this