First Gentleman with Wilson Orhiunu
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If thinking is a kind of digestion process then what topics make the best food? Now, that is something to think about. I recently heard a lady go on and on about her husband’s dietary tastes. It was in the kitchen at a party and she had come to collect food for ‘oga’.
She tasted the various dishes arrayed on a well decorated table for salt and pepper content. She asked about prawns which he was allergic to and curries which convert his intestines into a high speed train with painful consequences. She seemed to be such an expert in this field of ‘oga’s meals’ that I was sure she could write a thesis on this specialised field.
As I looked at her glorious gele that appeared ready to be launched into space like some kind of NASA Satellite, I wondered if her brain also stored some information on ‘oga’s thoughts and oga’s food for thoughts’.
So much emphasis is placed on food nowadays it seems. A crude survey will reveal that there is more human traffic through the UK’s 1,200 MacDonald’s restaurants which serves 3.5 Million customers a day than the 4,100 libraries that exist which serves about 7,800 readers a day. Man muss wack after all!
Call it junk food if you like but must people eat it and they usually know what they are having before they get there.
Food for thought
Christmas is a few days away yet, the turkey lies still and frozen in the deep freezer. I saw him this morning and I know what my stomach would be doing on Christmas day after the oven has afflicted some structural changes upon the turkey.
What will I be thinking on Christmas though? Who knows? Does it matter? Should I plan for it? What food for thought should I be loading in now so that I can have something to think about?
So far the television programmers have been loading in information about the Christmas period schedule. So many nice looking movies and football all lined up for my viewing pleasure. If I do not become proactive in planning things to think about, I will probably be sat vegetating in front of the telly with a full stomach watching movies.
Now, back to the lady with the big gele – the specialist in oga’s food. This custodian of the entrance to oga’s belle could apply her skills to oga’s thoughts. A woman after all can give a man ‘something to think about’ if she wants to.
How about expanding her list of food allergies and intolerants to a compendium of thought intolerances or allergies? A strict thought-out diet would produce fitness of the brain. To be a champion, one must think like a champion. The possible thought intolerances for champions could be thinking about defeat.
A good thought-out allergy could be thinking that things cannot be done due to some limiting factor. If oga is allergic to such thoughts then madam will avoid bringing such impossible thinking up in the home so that oga’s ears would not be contaminated.
Of course, oga has sole responsibility for avoiding ‘drive-through thoughts’ and ‘junk thoughts’ through his mind, the type that originates from too much entertainment and too little education.
Case in point
When you need to go on a run in winter, you soon develop a ‘thought allergy’ towards talk about how cold it is. Hearing that talk for too long might keep you off your running route and ‘evostick’ you to your bed. It is cold in winter which is a matter of fact! Why think about what is inevitable when you can just do it like Nike?
There are some who will moan about the distance that another person has decided to run. A runner develops intolerance to such talk and the thoughts they provoke. The best treatment is avoidance. The way those with lactose intolerance avoid milk, the runner must avoid discussing his running schedule with such people as they will only irritate him with their assault on his thinking patterns.
I sometimes go on a run after walk and this is my business. If someone is not really into that sort of thing I don’t discuss it with them. The same actually applies to friends with side chicks. They don’t discuss their extra-marital activities with me because they know I don’t play anyway.
Na so o! Christmas is coming! Let’s dance!!!
