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The First and the Last Time She Ate Pizza

 She had never eaten Pizza until she was in her late twenties. She loved the idea of eating it and when one time a friend asked her to meet up, with the offer, "what do you want to eat for lunch," in place, she hurriedly pointed out that she wanted Pizza. "Which one, he asked." She didn't know which pizza she wanted, but she had seen from the many advertisements that some had meat pieces on top. So, before she sounded awkward on the phone, she muttered, “the one with the meat.” Her friend, realizing she had no clue, and not wanting to embarrass her, said that he would recommend Hawaiian because it was his favorite. And Hawaiian it was; very delicious, especially from all the cheese it had. It was also her first time to try eating cheese. She ate the thing without taking any breaks until her stomach was full to accommodate any more bite or sip from her 2 litre bottle of Coca-Cola.

A few months later, she decided to treat herself to one Large Hawaiian Pizza, where no one would look at her eating hungrily or wonder why she was taking large bites. She carried the box to her house and sat in front of the TV, watching some local movie. She didn’t go past the second slice. She couldn’t do it. Not because it wasn’t delicious, or because she wasn’t hungry enough, but because she didn’t see any difference between eating a chapati and accompanying it with some chopped pineapples. At the same moment, she remembered hearing doctor Sebi saying that Africans are not cut out to digest milk and other unnatural foods such as the processed wheat and cheese in that pizza. She remembered how Dr. Sebi kept saying that one should eat alkaline herbs that would support the electrical composition of the human body and not any acidic or unnatural foods. She was in the city and she had no knowledge of herbs or where to get them.

A few months later, she went with a friend and he asked for pizza. This time round, with the alkaline information in her head, she couldn’t go past one bite. She was afraid she could create more mucus in her body that, according to Dr. Sebi, is the cause of all illnesses in humankind. She asked for a salad, but still, she remembered about the acid and alkaline aspect that one should be careful about. She got her phone from her pocket and did a quick search, “Acid and alkaline food chart.” “Please don’t use your phone when at the table, it is rude,” her friend said. “It is a matter of life and death dear. It won’t take even a minute. ”Is it about the acid alkaline thing?” He asked. “I just need to know if this salad has anything acidic,” she whispered. “Oh God! Eat the damn salad for crying out loud!" He yelled.


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