I'm the pot.
Once upon a time, I was found in every kitchen.
Whether for the rich or the poor.
The kitchen was usually accessible to everyone.
I usually had a cup placed on top of me
And anyone who was thirsty simply scooped water, drank, and placed the cup back.
Come to think of this...

Was the cup washed before and after drinking?
For the where? It was only washed in the morning and never again until the next day.

The Indomie generation will not believe this.
That was possible because there was no Nollywood that gave people the impression that Society, especially the villages, were occupied by Evil men and women looking for whom to poison.
It was a time when churchgoers were not told from the pulpits -
That their predicaments were caused by their family members, neighbors, and friends.
I am talking of a time when it was unheard of for chalatants to brag about possessing the powers to make one rich overnight.

The time I am talking about was a time once upon a time
When uncles were known to be the best of friends

During the holidays, children were moving from one uncle and aunt to the other.
It was always joyful seeing an uncle or an aunt.
Today, there is hardly any die-by-fire prayer without mentioning wicked uncles.
Every misfortune now is tied to either an uncle or an aunt
I am talking of a time when children played together -
When it was difficult, even impossible to identify the children from wealthy or poor homes.
When it was extremely difficult a task,
To identify the orphaned and the parented.

I'm talking of a time when the extended family superceded the nuclear.
Unfortunately, we traded our paradise for a parasite.