Inside the kitchen

Today I woke up in pain. Just had to say that, again to no-one in particular. But seriously today I heard something in passing; a really simple covnersation between a girl and a guy about a mis-shaped table that was placed in their kitchen.Lets call the guy Guy and the girl - well uhm obviously - Girl . This is how it went:

Girl: - and it has scratch marks all over it,mxm, who sits so low in the kitchen anyways? Its Not - !
Guy: Its in the kitchen isn't it?
Girl: Because you put it there -
Guy: where is it?

Girl: In the kitchen.

Guy: So its a kitchen table.

Girl: Mhm...its gonna be a dustbin table.

(Thankyou Thembi for the translation)

Simple and yet so profound, not so? The table which clearly was made to be in another room in the home has been placed in the kitchen, the guy seems to think its just fine in there and even belongs there while girl lacks imagination. I am born in South Africa,considering my skintone and bodyshape I was made to live in the conditions provided by this continent. Another individual who might not have been born in this country or not even on the continent, who is not a custom-fit, he or she should also belong. You are in South Africa therefore you are a South African. Suddenly, this is very simple to me.

Go out there and like everybody, dont restrict that to Facebook.

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