FRESHKILISHI

Sunkanmi sat by the window of his Atlanta apartment, the city lights flickering like distant stars. It had been a long time since he left Nigeria, yet every evening, a part of him longed for home—the smell of sizzling suya by the roadside, the laughter of family over shared meals, and the unmistakable taste of kilishi, spiced just right.

One day, a package arrived from his mother. Inside, neatly wrapped, was a pack of Fresh Kilishi. He tore it open, and the rich aroma hit him instantly. He took a bite—the perfect mix of heat, spice, and smoky goodness. For a moment, he wasn’t in Atlanta anymore. He was back in Abuja, sitting outside with his brothers, tearing into fresh kilishi and washing it down with cold malt.

Sunkanmi smiled. This wasn’t just food. It was home.

With every bite of Fresh Kilishi, the taste of home was never far away.