Some time ago, I was given a VIP card to attend a world class burial with my mom. Gosh! The burial was dope!. At some point I even forgot that I was at a burial. The reception felt like a wedding reception. Not until things turned around.
So it started this way. We arrived in time for the main burial process. We got out of the air conditioned tinted ford car with our peculiar attire. The material we had on was for very few people. You could count the number of people that wore that. We were escorted to our sitting spot and treated with utmost care.
I was feeling so tush sitting in that spot because I was the youngest there. The main burial procession was over and it was time for the reception. Other burials I attended never had a reception. It's just burial, tears, eat, leave. With hot into the highly secured reception hall and that's where it all began.
We sat at our table. The place was brightly lit. The decorations were amazing. The master of ceremonies stopped at nothing to make our dinning enjoyable. The caterers came and took our orders and I said "please a plate of chicken fried rice with salad" ***** cheeee! The English that came out of my mouth was amazing*** Thank God I went to a good school.
The food was brought and it was time to dine. My mom got a traditional dish and so she was using her hands to eat. I on the other hand was given a fork and knife and no spoon...OMG! My mind was screaming. "Wongi, you've got this" I said to my subconscious self. I picked up the fork and knife and tried eating the English way and I was already exhausted, omor, I dropped the life and continued with the fork.
I finished eating the rice and it was time to deal with the massive chicken in front of me. I picked the knife up again and tried cutting the chicken, the chicken moved and kept moving. It was playing games with me. I carried my eyes up and people on the next table were staring at me. "Oh no!" I continued trying to cut my chicken and I got a slice after the tug of war. The guy at the next table started laughing as he was eating. I definitely knew he was laughing at me.
I was so embarrassed. I told my mom I was done eating and that we should leave the place. My mom looked at my plate and it looked as if I didn't even touch the chicken. She told me to finish the chicken and I told her I didn't have an appetite again. I didn't know the proper way to use cutlery as at then.
We eventually left the reception with the guy on the next table still laughing and when he was asked why he was laughing he pointed at me. I stood up with pains in my heart. Not because the boy was laughing but because I didn't eat my chicken. Terrible.
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When I left that reception hall and arrived home, I learnt how to use Cutlery the proper way and it has been very useful. Very very useful. That way, I didn't get to miss any of my chickens anymore.
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With love, wongi 😊
