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"These are not just seeds, Ama," Baba Kofi says, his voice like rustling leaves. "They are the heat of the sun and the memory of the rain."

: In the kitchen, the seeds are crushed into spicy stews or baked into bright, orange-scented cookies, providing a "lost" flavour that once rivalled black pepper on the world stage. aframomum

Our story begins in a vibrant village market, where the air is thick with the scent of woodsmoke and earth. Ama, a young woman with a keen eye for quality, navigates the stalls until she finds the elderly spice merchant, Baba Kofi. Spread before him are small, reddish-brown seeds that resemble tiny, glinting jewels. "These are not just seeds, Ama," Baba Kofi