Tuesday, February 7, 2023

Roller Meal & Doings

Breakfast Meal: (n) finer-textured maize meal ground to easier digestive breakdown

Roller Meal/Mugaiwa: (n) whole grain maize meal. 

This is NOT a political rant. This is about nshima.....😌

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My first encounter with roller meal was in 2003 when dispute my mother's scoldings on eating in people's homes, I stayed over at a friend's house till they served lunch. I was served the GOAT of meals: nshima (of roller meal) with vinkubala🤤 (mopane worms).

Just looking at my plate I knew I was in for a surprise. The nshima was more brown than the white one I knew.

The first bite that had me regretting disobeying my mother. I had let my mother down by staying over for lunch kwabene, but I knew not to disgrace her by outrightly showing I hadn't had a good meal. Good home training (at least where I'm from) demands you eat what you're given- even if it's something outside your conventional diet. 

Eat it without grimace and always say thank you. Lest "umwana wa Bana Phiri balimutumpika" become the whispers in the neighbourhood. I grew up ku Kopala, even the suburbs had such gossip. 

I wasn't a picky eater (I'm still not) but this nshima looked as bad as it tasted; HORRIBLE. So horrible it managed to give the otherwise flavourful mopane worms its bitter (if not raw) after taste. 

My face gave me away (I was 7, cut me some slack). Barely a few mikusu into my meal, I gave up. I learnt it was still assumed I was a spoilt brat that didn't eat mopane worms😂. 

In those days, roller meal and mugaiwa were  common food elements in Zambian homes- middle class & lower.

Not only was it a cheaper option, the country was just recovering from mealie meal shortages in the 80s- whose trickle effect was upcoming millers just learning how to make the finer-textured breakfast meal. 

I have had roller meal a couple of times after that, but it still isn't my favourite choice of mealie meal. 

Now years later, roller meal has evolved from looking appallingly brown to a bright white- and it tastes less "bitter" too. However, the standards of living have acclimatised to breakfast meal that roller meal is now associated to low income/class & diabetic diets. Who would have thought😂.

Roller meal regained its popularity over the past two weeks. Our Veep advised the nation on substituting breakfast meal for roller meal amist hiked mealie meal prices- much to the annoyance of an already angry general public.

Surprisingly, the annoyance was more of "how dare you" than "that doesn't still doesn't solve the problem". All of a sudden, people felt insulted about buying the cheaper (and healthier) roller meal- not the situation that lead to lack of options. Few even spoke of how roller meal was STILL too expensive for mealie meal. 

It was a matter of the people's ego vs. the state. 

This uproar took me back to the 2003 scene. 

Looking back, the nshima was never the problem.....I was. 

I was unexposed to the reality of the times. I may have been young, but I was entitled too. Entitled to eating the same quality of food as my mother cooked. Entitled to not adapting to what was set before me. 

Much like 7 year-old Zaria, this nshima discussion brought out a lot of entitlement harboured in the Zambian folk. We are blinded to what we know & want that when nothing else makes sense, we can't even think of the next best thing. 

Whereas the Veep's suggestion was a little provocative during these hard times, it's not the first time someone of that status uttered such tones. Yet we still react the same way: with rage. We don't even give the right recourse. We are busy blabbering about why can't so and so do ABC.

Well, what are we doing about it in our individual capacities?

In the height of the high cost of living, what substitutes are in place to live within our means? A garden, a farm, an extra job, lower rentals, an emergency fund, a PJ?

Don't get me wrong, someone is responsible for creating an conducive living environment for us. But let's face it...it been over 2 generations since trucks handed out bread & butter on Independence Day. 

Do we have personal contingency plans for when things go left (if they haven't already😒)

Who exactly do we think is coming to save us if not ourselves?

We either make a hell of a meal out of the roller life has dealt us...... 

Or continue throwing rocks at walls. 

Anyway, ni vi life che... 











Thursday, February 2, 2023

Town Mouse🐭, Village Mouse🐭

Let me start by saying that I am change enthusiast (or at least I thought I was 😬). This week put me to test.

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Three months ago, I had chaired an end of year board meeting with all the versions of self on what direction my life would take into the new year. It was unanimously agreed that to unlock the next level of life, I had to relocate to the "big city, the metropolis" (in a friend's voice)😅, Lusaka.

For context;I was born, bred, schooled (kindergarten to varsity) and still lived on the Copperbelt. 

So you see how this our "executive" decision was easier to make than live through. I however didn't think so, because I believe in change and can weather any storm, no?

I had everything planned out: accomodations, finance, my child's education etc. I even went to lengths of talking to my 6 year old about this move so it wasn't a rude shock for her. 

In true Natasha style, I was just waiting for the "right moment".

"Right moment" came over the past weekend with a call for immediate relocation. This caused a small rift in my plans. But I'm a strong, dynamic black woman- this was nothing, right? 😅

I packed my life off to the big city, ready to start from the ground up again! Having been to Lusaka more times than anywhere else, I was confident I could adjust nicely. 

My confidence was stopped right in its tracks. On arrival, pick pockets whisked away my purse with most of my valuables.

Lesson 1: Keep your belongings safe

With not much time to recover from the theft, I had to show up for a job interview. 

And the navigation to get myself from X to Y? Pure comedy! 

🔸Had to start off 3 hours before pitch time to avoid traffic- which I still dealt with. 

🔸Went from listening to Google Maps to asking clueless security guards for direction (thank God I set 3 hours for navigation time😅)

Lesson 2: Think on your feet at all times. 

Dazed from travelling an otherwise short journey (if I was in my hometown), I waited 6 hours my turn while watching people that arrived hours after me pitch first. 

Lesson 3: Life isn't equal, no one owes you courtesy. 

Surveying the cost of basic needs (physically & not remote assumptions) was even a bigger shock to my well-tabulated plan of my savings. 

It was only 24hrs into the change I was so hyped for and I wasn't coping. 

"Nyuko mwangala" was laughing in my face. 

In the midst of self-doubt, chaotic events and culture shock, I felt unlucky. I stopped and asked myself (not all facets of Natasha) -for the first time- why I moved. 

The loudest answer was that I wanted better- in all aspects. 

So why did I think it would come easy? In a new environment? Why was I naive to the downside of my "Operation Better"? Why did I think my mere presence meant open doors?  What's with the entitlement? 

Who the hell did I think I was? 

Yes, the hard questions sometimes bring out the needed answers. In this case, I got mine.

I'm still just a village mouse navigating life in this metropolis. It may take a few more bus & Yango rides 😅 before knowing the shortest route to & fro. Bet I will get a hang of it sooner  than later.

I may live in less-desired accomodations before that dream house. We might not drive that Range Rover nangu ni Vitz 😂 just yet. That won't stop me from starting a fund toward them.

I may have to work a little smarter or harder to supplement my income- I'm not waiting to be fed grapes anyway (but I get to, good for me).

The journey to success is as diverse as our individual versions of success. Others get their break overnight. Some of us have to beat our dreams into submission like someone once said. 

After all that, it might not work out but it shouldn't be because you didn't try with everything in you. 

That's my motivation & consolation.

Meanwhile, let me get this Lusaka citizenship 😅, eat some 🧀 & mingle with the town mice. 

Nivi life che, ka? 



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