Monday, August 22, 2005

Feeding me

My grandmother is determined to feed me until I register on a weighing scale somewhere.
"We have to find a way to fatten up this boy" She said the other day looking at me in the same way you look at those starving people on Television. I squirmed in my seat and mumbled something about how I would eat as much as I could or God help me, I would get a medal trying!
The truth of course is that Im probably the only person who doesnt care.
So anyway my grandma has her less- than subtle ways of getting me to eat. "Dont you want more beans?" She will ask me sternly, but we both know it is not really a question. She is already pushing the beans towards me and all but putting them on my plate. When she pours milk in my glass, she will keep the jug raised in mid-air while I gulp down the milk as fast as I can so she can instantly re-fill it.
But ill tell you one thing- the food is bloody good!

3 Comments:

Blogger Raymond said...

You lucky bastard you! being pampered as such, Enjoy it all you can before you are Back in Reading University putting one pence coins in the vending machine for Crisps!
Nothing hits the spot like some good home made food!

Hombre,get on MSN you owe me 311 on the 411!

4:06 PM  
Blogger Ka said...

Hahaha!Maman mukuru never gives up!!i can just picture it all,remember how puffed and round my cheeks were by the time i left her house/kigali??.mann i miss her..i suggest you avoid eye contact and do as she says if you intend to live to atleast 60,
good luck rolling to the aeroport Nzo!

5:56 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Grandma is real, you need the weight if ur to do yo thing, stay well, Ezra.

7:28 AM  

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