If there is ever a time when I trash food rather than screen for a needy one to put it to good use, remind me of the time when maize flour saved the day and kept me alive.
If ever there is a time I make mockery of the mini sized malnourished looking tomato, cucumber or Irish potato, remind me of the time when the small food stalls were my only hope for fresh foods.
If ever there is a time, poor time management gets me food left overs, remind me that there was a time when the lockdown's curfew taught us to hunt our food down like the early bird.
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