Bra Joe, Food and Pregnancy
In the quiet village of Ga-Mphahlele, somewhere deep in Limpopo, a serious drama was brewing not in the government, but in a small kitchen behind a shack.
Meet Sibongile, a woman with an appetite that could humble a lion. She was glowing with what everyone thought was a pregnancy. Her stomach entered the room five seconds before she did. Her husband, Bra Joe, a retired taxi driver turned house chef, had taken over cooking duties ever since she said the smell of onions made her dizzy.
On this fine afternoon, Sibongile sat outside, legs spread like a queen on her throne, devouring a big bowl of soup with pap. She licked her fingers and sighed,
My husband, the soup you prepared today again is very sweet oh
Bra Joe stood nearby with a big cooking spoon in hand, wearing his famous pink apron that read Chef of Love. But this time, he didn’t smile. He squinted at her belly, leaned on his spoon, and asked:
I say, when did the doctor say you giving birth
Silence. Even the chickens behind the house paused.
Sibongile blinked. Ah-ahn, baby, why are you asking like that now
Bra Joe looked at the empty pot, then at her belly, then back at the pot.
Because this is the 4th month now. Every day you say the baby is kicking, but I think it's the chicken stew kicking inside you
Sibongile gasped. You are saying I’m not pregnant
Bra Joe pointed his spoon like a microphone.
I'’m saying, if this is pregnancy, then I’m the one expecting twins, because I haven’t eaten meat since January
Neighbours started peeking over the fence, chewing on gossip like it was chakalaka.
Old Mama Dineo shouted from next door,
Haaibo! Maybe she’s just food-pregnant, my son. The way she eats, even the fridge is afraid to open at night
Sibongile stood up slowly her belly wobbling like a drum full of jelly. She stormed into the house shouting,
I’m going to the clinic now. You will see the baby scan today
Bra Joe just shook his head, walked to the pot, and whispered:
I hope the doctor doesn’t find meat bones in that scan
In South Africa, love is sweet but if your pap disappears faster than your bank balance, ask questions before the belly grows too big.
Coming next week.."Bra Joe installs a food padlock on the fridge
In the quiet village of Ga-Mphahlele, somewhere deep in Limpopo, a serious drama was brewing not in the government, but in a small kitchen behind a shack.
Meet Sibongile, a woman with an appetite that could humble a lion. She was glowing with what everyone thought was a pregnancy. Her stomach entered the room five seconds before she did. Her husband, Bra Joe, a retired taxi driver turned house chef, had taken over cooking duties ever since she said the smell of onions made her dizzy.
On this fine afternoon, Sibongile sat outside, legs spread like a queen on her throne, devouring a big bowl of soup with pap. She licked her fingers and sighed,
My husband, the soup you prepared today again is very sweet oh
Bra Joe stood nearby with a big cooking spoon in hand, wearing his famous pink apron that read Chef of Love. But this time, he didn’t smile. He squinted at her belly, leaned on his spoon, and asked:
I say, when did the doctor say you giving birth
Silence. Even the chickens behind the house paused.
Sibongile blinked. Ah-ahn, baby, why are you asking like that now
Bra Joe looked at the empty pot, then at her belly, then back at the pot.
Because this is the 4th month now. Every day you say the baby is kicking, but I think it's the chicken stew kicking inside you
Sibongile gasped. You are saying I’m not pregnant
Bra Joe pointed his spoon like a microphone.
I'’m saying, if this is pregnancy, then I’m the one expecting twins, because I haven’t eaten meat since January
Neighbours started peeking over the fence, chewing on gossip like it was chakalaka.
Old Mama Dineo shouted from next door,
Haaibo! Maybe she’s just food-pregnant, my son. The way she eats, even the fridge is afraid to open at night
Sibongile stood up slowly her belly wobbling like a drum full of jelly. She stormed into the house shouting,
I’m going to the clinic now. You will see the baby scan today
Bra Joe just shook his head, walked to the pot, and whispered:
I hope the doctor doesn’t find meat bones in that scan
In South Africa, love is sweet but if your pap disappears faster than your bank balance, ask questions before the belly grows too big.
Coming next week.."Bra Joe installs a food padlock on the fridge
Bra Joe, Food and Pregnancy 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
In the quiet village of Ga-Mphahlele, somewhere deep in Limpopo, a serious drama was brewing not in the government, but in a small kitchen behind a shack.
Meet Sibongile, a woman with an appetite that could humble a lion. She was glowing with what everyone thought was a pregnancy. Her stomach entered the room five seconds before she did. Her husband, Bra Joe, a retired taxi driver turned house chef, had taken over cooking duties ever since she said the smell of onions made her dizzy.🤣
On this fine afternoon, Sibongile sat outside, legs spread like a queen on her throne, devouring a big bowl of soup with pap. She licked her fingers and sighed,
My husband, the soup you prepared today again is very sweet oh🤣🤣🤣
Bra Joe stood nearby with a big cooking spoon in hand, wearing his famous pink apron that read Chef of Love. But this time, he didn’t smile. He squinted at her belly, leaned on his spoon, and asked:
I say, when did the doctor say you giving birth🤣
Silence. Even the chickens behind the house paused.
Sibongile blinked. Ah-ahn, baby, why are you asking like that now🤣🤣
Bra Joe looked at the empty pot, then at her belly, then back at the pot.
Because this is the 4th month now. Every day you say the baby is kicking, but I think it's the chicken stew kicking inside you🤣🤣🤣
Sibongile gasped. You are saying I’m not pregnant🤣
Bra Joe pointed his spoon like a microphone.
I'’m saying, if this is pregnancy, then I’m the one expecting twins, because I haven’t eaten meat since January🤣🤣
Neighbours started peeking over the fence, chewing on gossip like it was chakalaka.🤣
Old Mama Dineo shouted from next door,
Haaibo! Maybe she’s just food-pregnant, my son. The way she eats, even the fridge is afraid to open at night🤣🤣
Sibongile stood up slowly her belly wobbling like a drum full of jelly. She stormed into the house shouting,
I’m going to the clinic now. You will see the baby scan today🤣🤣
Bra Joe just shook his head, walked to the pot, and whispered:
I hope the doctor doesn’t find meat bones in that scan🤣🤣🤣
In South Africa, love is sweet but if your pap disappears faster than your bank balance, ask questions before the belly grows too big.🤣🤣
Coming next week.."Bra Joe installs a food padlock on the fridge🤣🤣🤣
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