LET’S DO IT … “OR LET’S NOT” with Erica
“Are we doing it again?” she asks stiffly.
“What are we supposedly doing again?” I respond with a question while I cut slices of the freshly green cucumber.
“Doing the green diet thing again…”
I swear sometimes Erica is more judgmental than my writing critics.
“Yes Erica. It is the new proven diet that boosts body performance: a good immunity, good memory, I could go on and on… “
“Please don’t… I simply will not eat it,” she grunts.”Not while Culinary chefs all over the world are mastering the art of blending complementary flavors and making meat be our weakness.”
15 minutes earlier we had visited a nearby market and procured every green and healthy thing out of it. Am talking of green kale, ripe avocados, grown pumpkins; decisions we collectively agreed upon.
“What would you have us eat… my queen?” I say as I frantically bow.
“Lets fry some potatoes, or order in some pizza… you know awesome stuff.”
Erica has always been an adventurous soul while me on the other hand, lacked the fun-gene. Erica is the name I have gifted the sassy, obnoxious, loud, lass in me.
I know its spooky giving a name to the inner you but I figured, if Beyonce gets to label her alter ego Sasha Fierce then by all means, I’ll borrow a line from her book. So my the power bestowed by me I hereby decree and declare that ERICA is the name I gift my alter ego.
Erica consciously refines all that is good into naughty. Has the grandiose notion that ‘there’s no such thing as too much sugar and chocolate.’ In retrospect , she uses wit, charm and mischief to unfold her actions to those close to her.
“Listen, that dish you are preparing is cute but think of them chicken thighs. Sitting behind the counters of chicken Inn, lonely, waiting to be picked. Let’s do something good for the world, let’s go pick them.”
” Oh how I admire people who like to do something good for the world,” (don’t judge my sarcasm towards her attitude).
Hail the queen of good and glory. I tell you, there’s nothing in the clear air or the blue sky that would give anyone the inkling of what she will say next when it comes to defending her quest.
So here I am wedged between picking a dish of plant based diet or … her KFC chicken thighs. But I mustn’t let go of the pain I have endured the last few days. My palette has already gotten used to plant taste. She will not be my ruin and for that I will confidently roar to all that care to listen and say,
“Twende chicken inn,”
After all you only live once. On a side note; blame Erica for all the bad decisions.