stop picking at that fucking bone i said stop it can’t you learn how to chew a bit of meat off then continue with your food must you fucking finish off the bone everytime do you not know how to fucking pause you stupid motherfucker learn some freaking patience learn how to wait for things learn how to trust that no one is snatching the plate away from you i said drop that fucking bone shit i’m saying stop being so fucking scared and incapable of bounty see now you waste your time picking at the bone making sure every shred of a tendon is cleaned off and while you do this your food is getting cold your ugali is getting cold and you know what thats like to warm it up in the microwave it gets all dry and flakey like it wasnt bouncy and hot in your arm just a minute ago you see now the rest of your juicy meat is getting cold including the fatty bits that you will throw in the bin because you cant stand cold fat and all this because you want to suck the marrow out and crack the softer parts of the bone crushing them in your mouth while your food gets cold and your sukuma wiki starts looking weak and stringy on the plate losing that vibrant green that it was when you served it hot out of the sufuria all this because youre so fucking traumatised and dysregulated and impatient and jittery you cannot grasp the concept of ripping off just a bit then focusing back on your plate i mean what the fuck is wrong why can you not heal and be excited about that instead of existing in this dry barren land called survival let go of the fucking bone whole time im talking youre barely listening you stupid fucking dog whats going to happen after this are you going to bury your treasure and go back to sniff at it every other day proud of your decomposing award for scarcity are you going to tell people oh i had this succulent meal infront of me but you know what the best part was the bone the bone that barely had any meat on it the bone whose juice i sucked out till i could taste everything this animal had gone through right up until the agony of its death thats what excited me the most other people were folding ugali in their fingers shaping and rounding it forming a hole in the middle and using that hole to scoop up the meat and the greens and it looked so good the sauce was dripping down their hands to their elbows and i could hear the abundance in ther chewing and smacking of satisfied lips their laughter with little pieces flying out of their too full mouths but no for me it was all about this bone because at least when the bone is in my hands no one can take it away fucking sickening how you refuse to grow how you refuse to believe you are worth more than that stupid bone I SAID LET GO OF THE FUCKING BONE!

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