Being a Bachelor (21)
Gosh! I feel so foreign.
I recently resumed buying foodstuff and my list this last time struck me. Bruv, it was important to write about this one.
All my life Rice, Beans, Garri (most importantly) and other petty ingredients are the entirety of what I consider foodstuff. Any other thing is unnecessary and a waste of money. At a later time, I added noodles and bread became my go-to snack; I mean bread was like my meat pie and sausage. I guess the flour they are all made from always interpreted something different to my taste bud.
Here’s the drift, people say stories change when you’ve got a woman. Yeah, I’ve got a good one and this time, she made me add cereals, beverages, biscuits, potatoes and other things I considered far-reaching. These things I most likely will never think of buying, no matter how much I have. Not like I don’t consider them good enough, but I will rather buy them in pieces.
My unspoken principle was “if I can’t eat it to hold my stomach tight, then it’s not worth buying”.
Of course, her request met a confrontation from me at first because the list was long and I was sure it will gulp a lot of money. For God’s sake, I don’t want to mourn after taking Golden morn. Well, women will always have their way and this one was no exception.
I bought the long list of things to stock the house and fam, just yesterday I was taking cornflakes with milk before leaving for work and I legit felt like an “Oyinbo’”. Asiin, is this me? The other day too, I settled down to fry potatoes and egg; I ate it and the sweat that came out from me felt like I was emitting portions of sufferness.
Honestly, I felt so foreign.
Now, you are wondering what my upbringing was like, didn’t they train me with these things from home? Well, I started to live away from home at an early age. I would travel to other places and survive on whatever I could find, so, food was never a big deal. Just eat anything to survive.
The unspoken principle remained “eat anything to keep the stomach tight”.
I attended a boarding school and it was part of our culture to eat anything, we ate unripe mangoes, ate “licki licki” (what locust beans is made from), ate badly prepared dining food, because your provision will never last you and your pocket money? forget that one. We lived on whatever we saw. Survival was the goal. Garri and milk is the height of luxury.
Now, I love the fact that I gave this new list a trial. Although it’s a huge adjustment on my budget but doctors have prescribed a good diet for not just staying healthy but in my case, for keeping a healthy relationship (If I don’t follow that list, na yawa).
I feel so foreign and dear Lord, I want to continue feeling foreign because these oyinbo things I have in my house must not finish. Amen.
