🐟 SEIWAC1

 South European idiom, West African country. 


I traveled a few times with my dad and when I did, I try to pick up food and a stove in the markets along the way to make sure there’s food ready for when anyone needs it. I traveled alone recently and being on a budget, I purchased a few tins so I wouldn’t be in a rush to go to the market. And for the shelf life and the ease of throwing chopped tinned vegetables together with sardines and what have you. 

So, everyone was so nice and excited to see me and if there were any suspicious, “Isn’t she that single one?” They hid them well because I didn’t overhear anyone. So I did that Mi casa thing you hear on American tv. 

Someone did come to borrow a tin of sardines or two to cook for me with even though I made it known I was not hungry. 

“What, do they have teeth? Would they bite you if you brought two or three?!” Someone growled at the child who had picked one up in between two fingers and waved again before they promenaded out. 

I switched off the movie I was watching as I watched to see how much she would come back for. I am a hundred percent sure that both she and I weren’t prepared to see her mother shove her aside and march past her into my mother’s kitchen. 

Well, when we were small and lived here, she would happily let us share her children’s food with them and not everyone did that so why not? 


She was holding two in her hand as she walked out, I am sure. 

Her child had gotten off the floor and he now directed an apologetic look to me. 

If I were still in my twenties, I would have dismissed that look but I’m not anymore.  🐟🐟🐟


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