Forget the jollof. Forget the couple. The real stars of any Nigerian party are the small chop s. The spring rolls that disappear in 30 seconds. The samosas that burn your tongue because you couldn't wait for them to cool. The puff-puff that you eat 15 of before realizing you should have paced yourself. The chicken in sticks that you chase around the tray with toothpick precision. The mosa that nobody admits to loving but everyone devours. The small chops table is where the real networking happens. You meet strangers over shared greed. "Please pass the spring roll." "Is there more puff-puff coming?" These are the conversations that build alliances. The jollof table is for show. The small chops table is for survival. And the politics! The caterer who rationed the small chops because "the main food is coming." The auntie who packed takeaway small chops in her bag before the party started. The children who circle the tray like vultures. The uncle who eats all the chicken and leaves only plantain for the rest of us. The small chops are the great equalizer. The billionaire and the bus driver both reach for the same spring roll. No class, no status, just hunger and speed. What's your small chops ranking? And have you ever fought someone for the last puff-puff?
