Did you know that I have a magical stomach with an entire country in it?
No, I’m not just talking about how fat I’ve become in recent years, although that also is a concern. What I’m talking about is something that I learned as a child – that there are starving children in Africa and that is somehow a reason for me to clear my plate when I’m no longer hungry. Obviously Africa is in my stomach and the food I eat rains down to them, sustaining them and stopping their starvation somehow.
I remember asking if there was a quicker way to get the food to them and if they mind eating food I’d already chewed. That earned me a slap. For a little while I tried not to chew much so the food would be a little more appetizing for them, but soon gave up when I almost choked to death on a roast chicken.
Anyway Africa, you’re welcome.