The tale of SALT on my watch

It’s been a while, have not written a blog since August 25th, am lazy since I have gone past my average number of blogs I do in a year. My excuse is that I have been busy reading blogs many of them new to me, shared by you. I was also on the search for those will to start blogs. In a few days, I will be introducing to you South Sudanese bloggers that have kept me away from my own blog. So today am not writing about other bloggers. But I have a short story I want to share with you. It’s about salt.

Recently I made strides into real estate and I got so busy that I could not get time for myself, the workaholic in me could not permit me. As I was vigorously sinking in construction practice a trade I never went to school for, I had an interesting day. When I take on a deal to get something done I have my own strategies I put in place and today I want to tell you about lunch on site. Food is a very important aspect when it comes to work that is physically demanding that can not be substituted for anything.

On my sites, no one is supposed to leave for lunch, not even me. Yes, it’s crazy. We have to eat, of course, but am not yet established to hire a cook. Cooking is thus collective. Am always the first person on-site in the morning and the first thing I do is start a fire the African way with firewood that I have learned to cheat since I use fuel to start it off. Everyone is always amazed at how I start a fire because they assume for some reason I can not.

We prepare beans, but our pressure cooker is faulty so we have to take 3 hours to get them ready. And when I put them on the fire that is the end of my bit. Since cooking is done collectively everyone on the site takes part at a certain stage, adding firewood and making sure the fire doesn’t die out. On one of the days, there was a salt dilemma, we forget to add the salt for the lunch beans. The next day what happened is that as usual, I set up my bit and but this time I put the salt nearby so that it’s not forgotten.

We had reached the painting phase and when the rest got to the site I had to leave go get more supplies for the day’s work. Everyone was joking about the previous day lunch that didn’t have salt to it. As we all kept up with our tasks one by one in the bid to keep the fire alive and adding firewood so was the issue with the salt. 10 people excluding me added salt each at various intervals to the beans.

When it came to the part of adding vegetables, tomatoes, onions, and the cooking oil it’s when the person who had taken over realized that the amount of salt was abnormal. When he complained the joking started again and it flew by without much notice. When the water for the posh/Sadaz/ugali/unga was boiled and it was prepared and served. The beans were stunning to look at that day since they had all kinds of vegetables added to them. When it got to tasting, the food was the opposite of the previous day. Outrage with a lot of humor filled the site, there was this older guy that was very furious but he, just like everyone else had also had a turn in adding salt to the beans.

Because of our poor communication on the day we had seafood in a landlocked country. On my part being in charge, I looked at the positives of learning and fully understanding the power of coordination at the construction site even in the smallest of things. If I stick to real estate I have a lot to learn and enjoy, but I hate the tension that comes with delivering the site on time.


9 thoughts on “The tale of SALT on my watch

  1. A direct translation of the proverb To Many Cooks spoil the brothor beans in this case.
    The proverb my esteemed colleague mentions above would be Too many mice have no lining for the nest

    ~B

    PS you have a respectable reason for being away from the blog, looking forward to meet the bloggers you have met on your sojourn.

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