Days when men hanged coats on chairs, removed ties and rolled up sleeves to eat

I remember those days we used to eat like the whole world depended on it to revolve. Days when food was the center of our lives. Stomachs ruled us and we worked hard to make them empty. Food was bounty because we worked hard in our shambas to get the crop for our families. We were hardworking, we toiled and ate from our sweat. That's why when we ate, we ate till we were full; because that was a product of our toil.

Our arms were rough. They held jembes and pangas with firm grips. They cleared bushes, carried huge logs to fence homesteads, took cows to the bulls and watched the brutal, yet act of essence, they made and burnt bricks to raise homes and buildings, they went to the rivers with hooks and lines to fish, mud fish, the then only type of fish in the rivers.