Each
and everyone has a childhood past. We were all brought up differently and grew
up in different types of environments. I remember very well when my mum would
beat me up for eating food at my next door neighbors’ house. I mean back then
food from someone elses’ home was way better than the food you eat at home. I
don’t know if you can understand what I mean?
I
remember this one time she called me out to come eat breakfast and there I was
eating eggs, bacon, sausage, and baked beans with toast. The thought of leaving
that food was beyond imagination. I tried to finish up but rather said to my
friend let me just go find out what it is she wants. I placed my plate under
the sink, but what I forgot to do was wipe the oil of my face.
You
can only imagine what happened, I won’t forget how bad the outcome of that was.
Then it seemed unfair to have to be beat up over food but the concept behind it
was unclear to me because I was but a child. I was even given a nickname ‘mwana
anoda kudya zvekumaraini’ which means ‘the child who loves eating next door’.
My
punishment was to watch the smurfs the times I had to go play outside with the
rest of the gang. I hated it so much, but funny enough it turned out to be the
best cartoon. It helped me avoid going nextdoor to eat for it posed as an embarrassment
to my mother. Till today this cartoon is the best because it holds back so much
memories of how I had to learn to love food from my own home.
Video
of the smurfs cartoon.
