I did a post on my Facebook about my house smelling like ‘idi iya onidiri’ and some of my friends were like ‘Oh! I thought it was just me that suffered the plight of the idi iya onidiri!’. No! Lol. Most girls who grew up in Yorubaland up to the late 70s suffered through it. It was a rite of passage, that torture of idi iya onidiri. I did a video on the ‘phenomenon’.