Pap, my teacher
There I found myself in the four corners of my mom's kitchen, having crickets sing in the background/dark, of course outside. I stood by the stove with a wooden cooking stick in my hand, having stomach grumblings and desiring a warm meal. Like any other, I was ready to become a magician, converting raw products into yummy-licious meal.
One can imagine the wars that took place in the kitchen. I placed my hot water in the pot, added my mealie meal. Lo and behold, the ingredients became violent, screaming to come out. Out of curiosity, I did the unimaginable, opening the pot. Mind you, at this point, it was restless, moving up and down like popcorn. I didn't realise that opening the pot was simply booking a match. In no time, pap won. It popped onto my skin, causing a blister to occur. In anguish, I killed its vibe by adding more mealie meal and staring as the recipe demands without granting it ample time for boiling/popping. I successfully had a meal on my table, yeah, right, but it was a disaster.
Bottom line, I wasted time and resources, no food to satisfy my hunger, and a blister on my hand which will soon turn to a scar (remembrance for life). Only if I had followed the procedure and applied wisdom, all this could have been avoided.
Lessons learnt:
- Never cook in anguish. Despite my knowledge of making pap, I was annoyed by its popping, leading to me getting burnt and I ended up with a disaster as a meal, forcing me to choose an alternative meal instead, which by the way I didn't like.
- Short-cuts always lead to dissatisfaction. If only I had let my pot for an ample time, I would have enjoyed my meal.
- Always respect the protocols of nature; just because I got burnt, it didn't mean I was doing the wrong thing, but I needed to exercise patience.
- Never be too over-confident. Since I have cooked pap, I flopped with the recipe.
- I should never be desperate for anything.
- I should always trust the process.
- Scars are for life.
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