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Sapasenator:
OK, like the topic goes, I just wanted to narrate a traumatic experience that made me lose faith in humanity.

There is this particular culture I absolutely despise, the culture of inviting anyone who visits you to come and eat. It happened for real and I never bothered to change the name.

I know as Africans, we are hospitable and supposed to be kind and offer our food to visitors, it was supposed to be a kind of a cultural gesture not to be taken at face value, like when I go visiting people and I find them eating, I usually would decline with the customary "thank you", when invited to participate.
After all, the meal was not prepared anticipating my visit. I was supposed to had had my meal at home before paying a visitation. I know the African hospitality and shits but this culture makes little sense to me.

There was an experience long time ago and almost shed tears on this day. It was a Sunday, I had gone to church without any food and the service was delayed so I became ravenously famished, you know the kind of hunger that blocks your ears that you could not even hear what the pastor was preaching the rest of the church service, I was already thinking of the dodo and Indomie with fried eggs i was going to prepare when I got home and the mere thoughts of the food made saliva well up in my tongue. I did not want to just step out of the church so people don't get the idea I was the demon pressing church members in their sleep.

Church ended at 1.30pm, I was the first out of the door rushing to the street where my car was parked.

Brother Segun! I heard my name called as I hurried out and I swiverled around to see a church member, Bro. Isaac, "we have a brothers meetings after the church? He said!
I just made up an excuse rushed passed him heading home to fry mr yellow plantain and eggs .

At home, I grabbed the soft plantain, three eggs, fried two and had to boil the last one and also added a can of Sardine. I opened two sachets of Indomie noodles and started whistling while the food was getting ready.

After about 30 minutes, the food was ready and I was already eating in my subconscious, the aroma was heavenly and I dished the hot noodles on a flat porcelain plate, arranged the yellow soft plantain around the noodle like a football stadium, added the fried eggs with the boiled egg sitting on top like a king would sit on a throne. i went to the fridge to get a bottle of chilled Pepsi and suddenly, I heard my doorbell rang.

My hear skipped a bit and sank into my stomach as I sighed in frustration!

Who could this be?, I ruminated slowly in my mind? I was not expecting any visitors! I mused. Why shouldn't I be allowed to devour this delicious food in peace for chrisssakke! I trudged to the door, dragged my feet and sulking like a teenager being sent on an unpleasant errand. Got to the door, opened and standing right at my door step was a church member, Mr. Johnson and his wife! Wtf!, I just returned from church and we saw each other! Why won't these people let me be.

What are these people doing at my home?, I opened the door and let them in. Mr Jonson eyes immediately went to my food on the dining as sweet the aroma hung everywhere.

We greeted, chit chatted, talked about the sermon and the church service and out of courtesy, I made the biggest mistake of my life, I uttered those three words that would ruin my entire day.

"Come and eat"

I was genuinely expecting the customary "thank you" so I could return and finish my food but in muted horror, Mr. Jonson and his wife never said "thank you", they stood up , shuffled their feets towards my dinning table, sat down and begin to consume my delicious Indomie. My whole world came tumbling down and silently ,

I was seething with anger while these people, who might have had their own lunch, silently devoured my food.
I lost faith in humanity that day! What happened to a simple thank you? shouldn't these people have known that my invitation was just a mere customary gesture and, never meant to be taken at face value? I watched as my beautiful plantain dissapeared one chew at a time into the ravenous mouth of the fvking Mr. Jonson, my crispy yellow fried eggs, I struggled very hard to control myself. They were even smirking their lips, can you imagine the audacity.

To add Cameroon pepper into an already festering wound, Mr. Jonson's wife extended her left hand, reached for my sweaty orobo Pepsi, removed the cap, and wrapped her sausage fingers around my precious Pepsi. She closed her eyes and took a big gulp, exhaled in a deep sigh, Hmmmm! my eyes popped in their sockets, suddenly, right there and then, my whole world stopped. My Pepsi! Omg! my chilled Pepsi, I wailed internally.

I knew at the spot that our friendship was over and Mr. Jonson was never welcomed in my home ever again. Can you imagine? Where exactly did I go wrong in practicing our culture?

I watched them eat all the noodle to the last egg and even had the sheer temerity to thank me while I was forced to smile sheepishly with the response "don't mention"

After the meal, they started conversation while I went into a cursing mode deep within my mind, I could not wait for them to finish and get out of my house. About an hour after my meal, they stood up to leave, I escorted them downstairs and came back to my crib. I slammed my living room door with a loud thud, flung the empty Pepsi bottle on the wall in annoyance and the shattered remains came crashing to the floor.

I was livid with anger, so angry that that I got slapped of my energies, I couldn't even bring myself to prepare another meal considering the efforts I had put into that particular food.

That was the end of Mr. Jonson's visit to my home, I even had to change church because of that singular experience as I became triggered every time I laid eyes on the man and his wife.
I have since stopped inviting people to come and eat and will never, under any circumstances answer the door while having a delicious meal no matter the person.
Once bitten , twice shy!

Has anyone ever had such an experience?

Sorry bro. This na bitter experience.

What about sailors?

Mikespecialone:
Very useless phone then , even calculator e no get talkess of game .... na to just receive and make calls

Fact!

What about the three orange men?

CHIOMAEZEH:
Green shands ..... Parley Soda.... Randi guarana

Chai...I don old ooo

Tandi and not Randi.

Oga car dealer, you try. Portable na werey alaso right from time.

All that have hands in his death will surely meet theirs.

AyeMoJuba:
Its called stooped to conquer.

No job out there. I believe if one knows what he's doing either of these business can be used as a spring board. Its not the ultimate but it can serve as a means to achieving the ultimate.

Respect bro!

God bless her for not being ashame of her family business that put food on their table.

Generation Otilo.

Bring the money first.

Fear Kwara people.

They can name the next one "EBUN"

Spell yi gidi gan o.

Not joining politics to become politically wealthy.

Hackers cashing out.

Ikennaford:
is eve......y'all should stop adding things in the bible....all i know is there's two creations in the bible....i'll create a thread about that

Do your research and learn.

Hope maintenance no go be problem.

1.2 Billy for this Tinubulation?

Adam's first wife is Lilith.

Subtle yabbing.

Modetygren:
You can image what we've turned into

Image or Imagine?

MrCork:
Bro it does not work that way..i hav N20k give away on stand-by. Mention the correct answer twice to prove you confident & N20k will be transfer. This is 4real. No joke!!

THE HUMAN BRAIN. (TWICE NOW)

Fact!

The human brain.

Portable na jaguda right from time na. Na so him take dey scale fence during his 1million boys era.

How much go be my monthly salary when i graduate after paying these fees?

Talking from experience.

richiemcgold:
He probably got a real hard knock

Abeg, help bring that guy wey knock down him opponent in 23 seconds to come help knock down this present government. We really need him help to free us from oppression and tinubulation. He should not just japa and forget we that are still suffering. He was once one of us.

My advice, pack out of that area. Relocate to another area. Look for a quiet estate to go and be staying. Your eyes go clear when you go get emergency and you will know that your neighbors and people around you are your first family there.

Burn down the building.