WHO STOLE THE MEAT FROM THE COOKING POT
WHO STOLE THE MEAT FROM THE COOKING POT Does this remind you of a childhood game? Very well, I suppose. It was a childhood game where we never saw who stole the meat from the cooking pot. Everyone kept passing the blame. ‘Oh me!’ ‘Yes, you’ ‘It couldn’t be, number 5 stole the meat from the cooking pot.’ On and on the search or interrogation for who stole the meat continues as different numbers are accused of it. Who actually stole the meat from the cooking meat? It is not surprising that this question grew up with us into adulthood. We hardly admit our faults. 'Who did this?' 'Not me oh!' with our two hands raised in the air. 'It can be Nonso oh, go and ask him'. This reminds me of what happened in my friend's offic some weeks ago. It was a very Kafkaesque incident and according to her, she could clearly see disappointment written on her boss face. Here is her gist about the Kafkaes