Some months ago, I shared insights about post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). It was related to human interactions. My childhood PTSD emanated from interacting with an indigenous fruit called Matamba. The experience was so nasty that whenever I see Matamba, I get goosebumps. Little did I know that they must never be eaten until they are completely ripe. What’s your experience of eating Matamba? Hit our comments section and let’s feature your experience.