In the Season of Love

In the spirit of love and festivity. I love this period of the year so much although this year feels kinda different.

Throwback to this same time a few years ago, about nine years ago. Carol songs, Christmas light, less responsibilities, friends and loved ones around, aroma of many dishes both traditional and continental,flavours of different drinks and juices all mixed in the cool air.

Pexel

It was all so fun but a funny experience occurred. All the ladies cooked in the kitchen and food was ready in no time. The food was dished and everyone grabbed a plate but one of my brothers wasn't around to grab his plate.

The food was prepared with so much love and one could only imagine how divine it tasted. It was a traditional dish known as 'white soup'. This dish is always characterised by a whole lot of chicken and goat meat and any other meat you could think of all stuck up in one plate.

I ate and I wanted more. I walked majestically to the kitchen and the food had finished in the pot. It never remained in the pot. I scanned and boom! There was a good looking, well-stuck plate of food belonging to my brother. It was so tempting and I definitely didn't want to resist such an appetising temptation.

Without considering the consequences, I started munching. I ate till I couldn't eat any more. I thought "he isn't hungry because if he was, he'd have eaten by now". After eating, I washed my hands and to sleep. Thirty minutes into my sleep I heard a shout, I jolted up and ran to the kitchen to see what was wrong.

I got to the kitchen and my mom, my brother and some other of my relatives were all gathered around the now empty plate belonging to my brother. When I stepped in, all eyes were directed to me. Apparently, everyone was asked about the whereabouts of the soup and no one knew.

My mom asked if I took the soup and I admitted the fact that I did. I explained to them the joy with which I ate the food. My only saving grace was the fact that I was still a kid. I got the scolding of my life that day but the soup was replaced.

The point where you are being scolded and you are supposed to be crying but you are too full to shed a tear. I swallowed the scolding and went back to my room to continue my sleep and probably wake up for dinner.

Pexel

It felt good eating so much that day. That was the beginning of my foodie life.😅. No biggie.

It's a time to share love and I urge you all to share love to everyone both home and away. You never know who wants the love that you have to give. Put a smile on people's faces and the love would definitely come back to you. Seasons greetings!

With love, wongi 😊