Eating from the same plate is an undisputable romantic gesture across cultures. Feeding each other comes so naturally when a couple is head over heels in love, especially in the formative years. In native Africa, it was common for a woman to eat from the same pot as her husband in her first years of marriage. This would perhaps continue until wife number two and her subsequent followers joined the fray. Somehow, they were bound to arrive at some point regardless of how much a man loved the wife of his youth. Having many wives was a measure of a man's influence in society and a strategy for creating long-term wealth. Siring many children was an easy way of building a reliable pool of free workforce that would herd cattle and work the farms dutifully.
Visiting an African home, therefore, meant experiencing an endless supply of food. Of course, we have largely lost touch with our roots with men today caged under the wings of one woman and surviving off one meal a day to stay alive. Our men now well emasculated carry lunch boxes to the office fitted with one featherweight pancake and an egg chop laced with a stern warning not to eat food served by any female colleagues. That these grown men who sport thick beards and drive huge cars heed such lousy instructions is something that beats logic and can only go a long way to emphasize how emasculated this breed of males are.
While their fathers took pride in their potbellies and were still virile enough to serve several wives, they today walk around reciting weight loss instructions from the solo wives that carry a live weight of 1 GB when fully fed and pregnant. Strangely, these skeleton wives wield so much power that the men would dare not set foot at a local kibandaski for a proper meal without risking divorce unless they expressly ask for permission. Such is the nightmare sons of Adam have to contend with because life has become a platform of perfection where both men and women want to flaunt mates with model structures and no extra mound of the flesh is allowed in the wrong places.
I digress. Let us come back home to Africa where pretense is the order of the day because we try so hard to align with the trendy patterns of the new world order. Society has men who during the day eat lean white meat only to sneak into Sabina Joy in the night to dig into the voluptuous steak before rushing home to pander to the model beauty and to ostensibly eat her food only.
Apparently, some of our brothers are so starved that they confess to making quick stops at the brothels to feel the weight of well-developed African mammary glands with their palms before dashing home to try to imitate the rare levels of George Magoha's discipline. Unbeknown to them the former Education boss exhibited a largely exotic mindset having spent substantial time studying away from home. How else do you explain his unKenyan level of strictness, honesty, and ethics in his work? I should note that some locals already argue that feeding from the same pot takes away a man's happiness and leaves them focusing all their energies on surgery and policy formulation, which is not exactly why men are born. Men are born to breed.
Traditionally, our homesteads were always awash will all forms of food. There were always three complete meals to be served in a day. Sometimes, there was also uji served between breakfast and lunch and just before dinner. That makes for five meals in twenty-four hours. Assuming a man had a modest three wives, the math boils down to the congestion of feminine traffic supplying meals from the three kitchens. The man consumed all the dishes and ensured that he also toiled enough in the farms to break down the fat deposits and allow him to deliver effectively when darkness fell. Of course, we all know that no woman in her right senses,
