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Do not touch my food

At no point prior to our meal did we agree on sharing each other’s meals.

What you need to know:

  • I do not care how many couples across the restaurant are busy spearing each other’s food.
  • Let them go hungry in the name of love that is not my concern.
  • I came to eat and eat I shall, unhindered by others’ wicked plans.

Still on the Valentine’s Day subject! Recently, the Valentine’s Day offers on TVs, cows, plots of land and the like abound, a number of us find ourselves being wined and dined in dimly-lit restaurants. Enjoy it, brethren, but let it be clear— sharing of food is not romantic.

Picture this scenario. I go to a restaurant with my beloved. We sit, we order our food and gaze into each other’s eyes in the dim candlelight, as the experts recommend. Once we are satisfied that our eyes are indeed, in good working order and cataract-free, we proceed to wait for our food.

Because my beloved has decided that he wants to outlive me by 100 years, he will order something that includes leaves and greenery. I have no problem with this, except that I wonder whether, on such a diet, he will be strong enough to hoist my coffin when the sad day comes. Anyway, I order tasty food, food that has been assisted to achieve its tasty status by generous helpings of oil, salt and spices.

So when the food comes to the table, mine arrives smelling like a slice of heaven, while his, on the other hand, looks like something trapped in the deep by aggressive seaweeds. And, what do you think happens brethren? He confidently takes his fork and tries to spear my food! Iyiii! What kind of witchcraft is this?

At no point prior to our meal did we agree on sharing each other’s meals. And since I am going to kiss this earth farewell sooner than he is, should not I be left to enjoy my unhealthy food in peace? Besides, I was brought to be wined and dined, not wined and robbed of my food.

I do not care how many couples across the restaurant are busy spearing each other’s food. Let them go hungry in the name of love that is not my concern. I came to eat and eat I shall, unhindered by others’ wicked plans.
Come now brethren, let us carry our crosses and eat what we order. Order wisely and leave people to enjoy their food in peace.