[Loaded this is from my old home.
Some modifications have been brought in
and many corrections.
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Carnival of the Mundane. Hosted here.]
All my adolescence I spent here. In Mauritius. This island is more home to me than any other place I've been. Not that I prefer it or anything of that sort but in the sens that its where I've stayed longer. I've come to sometimes wish we'd never leave. I hate good-byes. And till now I still haven't returned back to any of the places we've lived before. I thus don't know and ain't sure am going to see my present friends soon, if ever, if we leave. Not that am seeing them that much anyway.
My friends are all married. Most of them anyway. Those aren't yet are either committed or engaged. Whenever I go visit a friend, the mother, aunt or grand mother would ak me: “are you single?” I answer “no am Fitèna." Of course I don't say that, but I wish I could. Too bad am such a polite-good-mannered-girl (sigh). I worry them. They ask me why? you're a girl, they remark, You must marry! I sigh again and and shrug. i quit sighing the day they started thinking I was desperate because no one proposed to me. Now I scowl and shrug. Some grandmas call me a spinster. Am 24 years old. Hilarious really, if it wasn't so irritatingly sad.
I had this friend. B was her name. We did three classes together. Form 2 (back when I was englishically ignorant) up to form 4. In form 3 we get to have to choose our subjects. In form 4 some of us go to either science, literature or accounts sections. I was in no particular section. I took English, French, Maths – which are compulsory – Arabic, Commerce, Economy, Accounts and Home Economics. What Home Economics had to do with all the other subjects, I don't know, I just loved eating, cooking and eating and wanted to know what I shouldn't be eating in order to lose weight put on from eating the food I loved cooking.
Anyway, B and I were in Home Economics together. We did mock exams every two weeks to help us cope with the pressure of the real exams and also to master time management to make good use of the 2 hours alloted to us to do our cooking, setting up, serving and washing up.
We were assigned questions like: Your mother is sick. She has a deficiency of calcium and suffers from High B. P. Prepare and serve her an appropriate breakfast.
I hated those questions. My favourites wre the ones where we're asked to prepare stuff for a birthday party or a summer buffet ouvert. Those were great. You cook almost whatever you want. Home Economics was super.
We had to start and end it all in two hours. Not a minute more. You lose marks if you take more time.
So, B. once had an easy question. She had to prepare a meal for 4 teenagers. All she had to do was to bear in mind the fact that they were in the process of growing up etc... and needed extra proteins etc. Her Time Plan (we have to submit it prior to the cooking) was fine. Mrs O, the teacher said GO and we started.
I baked a cake that day. A sponge cake. Finger licking good fruit and whipped cream sponge cake. That was the dessert. For the meal I prepared a Salade de Couscous, Grilled spicy chicken, Tomato Chutney, Creamed Lentils and a fruit cocktail. Mrs O teacher beamed at me when she came over to my already set table. And I'd already done all my washing up. Bravo, she said to me. I went to sit and watch my fellow class mates at work.
What was B doing? I learned it soon enough. Mrs O started yelling at poor B. Why? Because, B was still in Step 1 of Part 1 of first dish - not meal, dish! She was deep frying a drumstick. You won't believe this (even I couldn't), but this girl had been frying chicken the whole two hours and done nothing, nada, rien, zilch at all apart that. And some of it was burnt.
You know what? The year after, she did not come to school. She'd gotten married during the holidays. Unbelievable.
I wonder sometimes what her husband, if he's still alive and hasn't starved to death, looks like.