Unfortunately, as the days went on, I noticed that he would “think” that I was not using my own stuff and take them freely. My sugar, my groundnut, my chin-chin, leftover from the rice I had cooked in the morning… nothing edible was spared from his greedy eyes and that large mouth, ever looking for something to devour.

All these without so much as a “please, may I have it?” or a “thank you”.

Now, I may have overlooked it if he was a giver himself but I had never met anyone so stingy. He would cleverly wait until I was sound asleep before he’d cook his food. The sounds of him scraping the bottom of the pot kraa-kroo-kraa would wake me up and I would watch, unknown to him, as he greedily ate his food like there was no tomorrow... http://syncityng.com/2018/07/03/save-these-juices-with-tosan-tarre/