Hunger strike
Good Hives; I don't know if this has happened to you before, but a hunger strike is unbearable.
It can make you eat up raw leaves like goats and drink any water just to feel your belly at that time.
Serving after university here sucks and it can be an avenue for different hunger strikes.
I recall a scenario that ended in Hulabaloolism going to an uninvited party because of unbearable hunger.
After six months of service as a corps teaching in a very ruralized area of Bakasi village around the south Mongolia region of Africa.
Sometimes, you will have money but have no access to buy food as things were not sold in the village, and you can only get things a hundred miles outskirts of the village.
We were food-stranded, and the hunger strike was unbearable.
I told a friend of mine called Puis that hunger would kill us if we kept mute indoors, and he answered, "What do you expect us to like this?".
I answered, " Let us go out and beg for food from the villagers so that we will not have ulcers and die of hunger in silence," I warned, fidgeting.
He replied, following up with what I said, "Today is Friday. We went to teach earlier without eating, and we still have two days to leave with hunger".
Ohh!!! I complained, "The headmaster told us the rules in this village that they don't beg and they don't steal, and now that the headmaster that usually brings our food did not come to school since Monday as we heard that he was ill and lived twenty miles away from the village ", what should we do now?
Puis grumbled," Why don't we think of this day since we arrived here"?
I replied worriedly, " You know he has been doing his bidding for six months now, and how can we think something like this will happen when he usually brings a very big cooler of food on his bike every day he comes to school and still takes us to his farm around the school on Fridays to harvest what to eat for the weekend".
Puis looked at me frantically and said, "Friend, let us go outside first. "
Normally we leave in the school store then.
Let us go to the farm, I suggested, and he answered "You know people here are not friendly, and we are very strict with the children because of their lackadaisical attitude towards education; if they catch us on the farm without the headmaster, we are dead". He cried.
As we were walking out of the school premises, looking at a farther distance, many people were celebrating something, and we looked at each other and ran as fast as we could to cover the distance and start walking towards the location nearby.
As we got there, we greeted them and sat down immediately, and we were attended to by a maid who told us that our food was on its way.
We were so happy that we started salivating, and then all of a sudden, we heard zoom, zoom, zoom, and zoom from afar and boozes, boozes, and boozes as it went near.
An extremely huge tornado came from the east side of the area and it stormed heavily. It destabilized everything that the party scattered, and everyone ran elter skelter.
Food was poured on the ground, chairs were thrown all around the tent was removed and swept away, and no one could wait to see the end of the party and tornado as well.
It was said a hungry man is an angry man.
Here it is: a hungry man is a courteous man.
We ran as well but not as far as the villagers.
We came back immediately. The tornado declined its destruction and scrapped all the food we found scattered on the ground.
We were so happy because if we were to be served it would only serve the moment or the day, but with the present situation, we took enough to satisfy us till Monday, though it was full of stone and sand while we were eating it and we don't care.
We didn't even leave the school premises to avoid suspicious moves as it was just enjoyment galore!!!.
It was on Monday morning that we confirmed from the school headmaster when he came that it was the king's annual ceremony and the tornado was sent by his brother, who lost the kingship, to scatter the party.
I looked at Puis and we laughed gigantically and could not stop laughing to the extent that the headmaster was confused.
Angrily, he shouted, "It's okay . I am sorry for last week, and I have made a better arrangement in case something of such happened again. Now is time for lectures, and let us go to our various classes", he concluded.
We continued to laugh till we departed to our classes and kept smiling throughout the day.
I could forget what a hunger strike can do to you since then and couldn't imagine what might have happened if the party was not a blessing.