Where the hell did ‘koko ya fridge’ come from?
Lately I have been feeling so nostalgic. I could imagine
myself as a young girl in Driefontein, the small village where I grew up. I see
that girl going to fetch wood from the forest, going to fetch water about two
kilometres away from home and being fit as a horse.
What did she eat? She ate mostly porridge made of mabele (sorghum) and morogo. Oh, maybe I should mention that mabele had to be stomped using a pestle
and mortar and then ground with a grinder and regardless of the type of
grinder, there was a lot of physical work and sweat. That was girl duties.
Toned arms guaranteed. I could trade these flabby things for that any time hey!
Some days she ate a combination of mielies and beans. Meat
days meant a free range chicken would be slaughtered. Each member of the family
would get a piece, just enough for a taste. It was great. Households which were
better off consumed what was then called ‘refrigerated chicken’ or ‘koko ya fridge’. How we envied them!
They didn’t have to run after a hen or deal with all the mess of cleaning the
thing up.
Once in a while a goat would be slaughtered and it would be
shared amongst relatives. The same with a cow.
When my eldest sister started working for a supermarket in
town, we also began to enjoy ‘refrigerated chicken’. It was softer than the
home chicken which is today called ‘hard body’. I remember the explanation was
that such chickens were machine bred and the chicks could be old enough for
consumption in a few weeks, unlike the usual home chickens. We felt lucky to be
able to finally have access to that.
I remember my mother was never a sickly person. She
used to work in the mielie fields and that was hard work. She walked a very
long distance to those fields and continued to labour there. And she was very
healthy, seldom complained of anything. I may be wrong, but I think her health
problems started a few years after she stopped ploughing the fields. She stayed
home and even had some help at home. And we ate refrigerated chicken and other
stuff we had not had access to before.
I also remember that there was a time people used soot and
ash to clean their teeth. No one stressed about the lack of toothpaste. I don’t miss cleaning teeth with ash and soot. But I wonder
why I have to buy activated charcoal to help me with various health issues
including oral hygiene. Why is it that I am told over and over again, though in
many different ways, that the lifestyle I was exposed to as a young girl was
the best? Many of us have various health issues which are mainly lifestyle
related. We continue to abuse our bodies by consuming a lot of wrong things. I
guess it’s like they say: ‘sin has a way of feeling so good’. This is when we
are trying to justify our wrong deeds.
Oh, I know that back then mielies would be cooked in a huge
pot and the corn silk was seldom removed. And we used to drink the water
thereof. Guess what? Apparently people with kidney problems can consume corn
silk tea. You just brew that for 30 minutes and voila! You can deal with kidney
issues and bed wetting. You think that’s absurd? Go to your source of
information.
I am on the road to reclaiming my health. I need to get rid
of this sciatic pain which denies me the pleasure of being in the outdoors to
admire God’s work. I also need to have my digestive system back in order, and I
am prepared to do that the natural way. I know it’s probably going to be an arduous
mission. I poisoned my body eating a lot of stuff I had no business eating just
because I could afford. I am going to be patient enough to let nature take care
of this beautiful body. That may mean growing my own food and dare I say I am
prepared to do it?