We were preparing Sunday lunch, and I'm still trying to recall how the discussion started.
Ok! Triple A stepped into the kitchen wanting something to snack on before lunch was ready, he asked if the cereal was for our nephew who was around with his mum.Mobbie said it was for everyone.
Triple A thought out loud that it was adult food that the baby would still grow to eat.
Mjady said if it was for our nephew, it won't be bad for him to eat it, that he would just be eating ounje omo (I don't know how to translate that to English in two words)
Triple A replied that it was okay for a child to eat the food for adults but not the other way round, and the same thing with clothes.
Mobbie and Mjady argued with Triple A playfully, that it's just ounje omo, as a parent you would j'ounje omo, especially as a mother, what if the baby doesn't finish the food? You wouldn't throw it away now, and there's no big deal in it afterall.
Triple A retorted that we were wombiliki, wobia. Then he opened the door of the refrigerator, picked up the half drunk up Caprisonne he saw and sipped, then asked to whom it belonged.
Mobbie replied that he was taking ounje omo , we laughed at him.
Then he said "You see that's how life is o, people don't see your intentions, they only see your actions."
WERD!! (Pun intended)
When you stand for something and you've bragged about your standing, you may fall into traps that make your actions contradict your intentions.
Let he who stands take heed...
