Moksha* delayed

Yes, some people have never heard of bean weevils.
"What are weevils man?" Quena asks blinking at me in confusion. I'm talking about my early days at Rwanda International Academy and the first time I had the rice and beans only to discover that the beans contained certain unwanted guests.
Telling the story brought the memories rushing back uninvited and not necessarily welcome. I remember standing there with my large container for something like twenty minutes before I get to the front and the cook scoops a huge lump of rice and some very hot beans and tossed them in my general direction. There was very little aim or gentleness on his part and the meal could easily have ended up on my trousers or out of the window if I hadn't caught it with the container.
So I sit down on my own with my meal and as I put my fork in I realized that one of the beans had something in it. There was a hole and a very dead small insect. Hmm, it could be worse I remember thinking and removed the bean. I tried to start again and saw another weevil in another bean. I tossed that aside as well and it was only after about three minutes that I realized that all the beans had a similar affliction and if I carried on like this I was going to be a very busy man indeed for the next few minutes. What's more, I was going to be a very hungry one. When I told this to my friend Dennis, he laughed until tears came into his eyes. He was literally laughing about it for days- the idea that I was trying to discard beans with weevils in them....
This was the story I told at lunchtime when I subsequently discovered that the concept of bean weevils was an alien one.
"And there you are complaining about the food" Vid says turning to scold Quena whose catch-phrase has become "this good s disgusting!". I could be mistaken, but I think she looked at her food with a lot more respect afterwards. I'm on a mission to restore a sense of perspective-unpaid.
And Vid says "No wonder you're so skinny!"
I try to explain that on the contrary, the weevils provided much needed proteins so if anything I did not eat enough of them. The looks of horror on their faces makes me realize that the nutritional value of bean weevils is not a topic we are going to look back on with any fondness or nostalgia.

"There's a monkey sanctuary in Cornwall" Quena says.
The Monkey- natures' clown. If anyone is saving them, then that can only be good. The world needs monkeys.
But Vid has another perspective and goes on a wonderful five minute rant: "I think they should be put down humanely...you think they enjoy being there- they've been taken out of the jungle and put in cages where people can poke and make fun of them...there's no point in that...and the people who run the sanctuary are probably just hippie druggies...they take the money from visitors and just use it to buy more drugs..I don't see the point, put down the monkeys or release them into the wild"
Very inspiring stuff.
Vid's talk about putting the monkeys' down reminded me of a funny story Tommy.B. recounted at dinner last night.
He once watched a man kill a cow.
"He walked up to the cow like he was trying to sneak up on it" He said "And then suddenly he grabbed the cow in a headlock, pulled a big hammer out of his pocket and bashed it on the head. That was it- I couldn't believe my eyes!"
I'm no expert but surely there are easier ways to kill a cow than this? The image of a farmer grabbing a cow in a headlock and trying to bash its brains out with a hammer is just...well,funny.I was laughing fairly hard and Quena was giving me a mean look.
"That's not funny Minega" She said "That's not funny at all"
A cow in a headlock not funny?