I will never forget that Saturday in my hostel.
My roommate Chidi came back from the market with a big fish. He said he wants to cook soup. I said okay, no problem. But this fish was not normal fish. This fish was already stinky before he even started cooking it.
He kept it inside a black nylon on the floor and went to play football. He said he will cook it when he comes back.
Two hours later, the whole room was smelling. Our room is small, four people inside. The smell was everywhere. My other roommate started shouting "what is smelling like this?". We looked everywhere and saw the black nylon under the table. The fish inside was already oozing water.
When Chidi came back, sweating, he said "ah, I forgot the fish". He opened it and the smell doubled. Even our neighbor came to knock. "Who is killing fish in this hostel?".
Chidi still insisted he will cook it. He entered kitchen and started frying it. My God, the smoke from that fish chased everybody from the corridor. People were running with their plates. Some were laughing, some were angry.
In the end, the fish was so stinky that even Chidi could not eat it. He tried one bite and said "this fish don spoil". We all burst into laughter. We had to open all windows and spray perfume for hours before the smell left.
Since that day, we made a rule in our room. No stinky fish allowed. If you want to cook fish, buy fresh one and cook immediately.
That is my stinky fish story.
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