Let us cook!

I beg of you in advance to permit my display of tribal chauvinism. I am a citizen of the world, of African origins, a black man with a polished Yoruba accent. I am very aware of the gravity of everything I do. Good neighborliness as a virtue in Africa will encompass a wide variety of things and a list inexhaustible. I promise to manage my liberality.

I come with the gospel of the "pot". I am cooking something as it is and I invite you to join me. I have chosen the metaphorical route in this instance. We will cook together. The artistry in cooking is ingenious. The symbolism is real. Men will gather there in a round-table conference under the tree with a gourd of palm wine (a pot modified), women will carry the pots on their heads or shoulders, they will cook in the pots, serve in plates (modified pots). They even store their treasures in the earthen vessels. Much is done with the pot.

This is my drift. My proposition in this dispensation is not far fetched. In fact, I am guarded with the gospel of the "pot". I beseech you to please join me as we fan the flame of the dying embers, mount the pot and begin the process of cooking. I have chosen for the purpose of this platform "cooking" for "talking".

Let us Cook. Let us Talk.

One of those realizations is that men must learn to talk about issues. There must be a platform for dialogue. The right to speak is a universal fact. This is the very essence of this blog. The tragedies of pencilship. The cronies of hope. Let the cooking begin. Let the talking begin!



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