Overindulgence and the west

Food talks to you...

One Sunday I went to a church meeting. I was delighted to see that sandwiches were provided :-) When I finally sat down, I saw that everyone had started helping themselves to the beautifully arranged Marks and Spencer’s sandwiches. Did I not jump!? Indeed I did to make sure I myself would have a slice of that sandwich pie too. There’s no way I wanted to be the last to get my lunch. I loaded my plate with four quarters. Two cheese, one bacon and lettuce and one chicken and sweet corn. The meeting went on, my plate finished and I found that I was still hungry.
After church I decided to drive to Marks and Spencer’s and spend more money on M&S goodies. I bought…wait for it….A cheese and onion sandwich (£1.25) a massive bag of prawn cocktail crisps (£1.15), strawberry jam and cream chocolate rolls (£2.79) and some vegetable crisps for my sister (£2.05). This was over a fiver and it wasn’t even proper food! I ate and was happy. That’s one bad thing about living here. What you want is easily accessible. You don’t have to struggle to get a necessity such as food. Means of payment is easy too! If you don’t have the cash simply use your debit/credit card to pay?! That £7 could have been dinner for a week? Bread, Milk, Beans, Eggs, Chicken maybe?

Food here is a form of entertainment. I can speak for myself. I love going out to eat. I love eating in general but going to a restaurant with a friend/loved one is a hobby here. People don’t eat to live they live to eat and it shouldn’t be like that. You only have to walk the streets of London to see the hundreds of food outlets. There is a McDonalds EVERYWHERE. In central London there is a Pret a Manager on literally every corner! Kebab shops are open late, pizza can be ordered. It’s like wow!

Just have a look on the other side of the world and this isn’t the story there. People are hungry and we sit here and stuff? Where’s the justice?

I was born and brought up in London. I’ve never had to struggle for food, shelter, warmth…My parents worked hard to give myself and my two sisters all of that. That’s why now I want to go out there to wherever and see what hardship is like. We are too cushy here. We take things for granted and complain about stupid petty things. I don’t want to be like that…That’s why I know I have to leave Luxurious London at one point in time and STRUGGLE.

When I went to Ghana I hardly ate…I was too hot…too fussy and even lost my appetite to some extent. I came back to London healthier than I’ve ever been! My skin, my body, my mind…. I need me some more of that.

People are living through tough times and by tough “I don’t mean there too much traffic on the streets during rush hour”

#openyoureyes