I've heard all manners of stereotypes over the years, some good some bad and some just plain funny.
Being a black man, I've heard some about us and one of the ones I actually find funny is that black people love chicken. I mean who created the statistics or did someone just go out giving out chicken and checking to see which race took it or not.
I've not actually seen this in play in real life though, so I didn't even know it was a thing until I began to see it in movies. I mean who doesn't love the taste of chicken, and how did it even become a black man thing. Well I'd say 90% of the people I know love chicken just much as I do, so there's probably some iota of truth in it because I live in a predominantly black country.
I'm one of those people you would describe as foodies, because I love to eat. The only difference is that I love certain food more and I tend to show it.
If you were to answer a question worth a million dollars asking what one of my favorite food is. If there's chicken in the list then, congratulations you've just won yourself a million dollars.
I remember growing up I was always mouthy about how much food I could eat. One day there was this advertisement on TV where a man was ill and was offered food and the chicken caught my eye, but because he had no appetite he refused to eat. It was an advertisement for a malaria drug depicting the many symptoms of malaria, apparently he didn't have the appetite for food.
Watching that advertisement I laughed and was like "Mum this guy is lying, there's no way anyone will reject chicken" , my mum just laughed and told me that sometimes people loose the appetite for food. My little mind didn't want to believe her because I couldn't see myself rejecting chicken.
Around December that year, coincidentally I had a fever and I wasn't interested in anything except liquid stuff. On Christmas day being Muslims, we had a lot of Christian neighbors who would bring food over and what the food had in common was that they all had chicken.
Lo and behold, I couldn't stand the smell of the chicken because the aroma of the meat and oil was making me feel nauseous. I had to leave the food to other members of my family especially my little sis who kept taunting me with the chicken.
A few days after I was already okay but I'd already missed out on Christmas chicken.