Mzukhology

Remember that time you woke up, filled with hope of a new day, whistling  😙 , singing with Morning Birds  🎶 You walked to the kitchen, you turned on the stove, pu t the pan on and covered it with oil... it was breakfast time  🍳 You went to your egg tray 🥚  and reached for 2 baby chickens  🐓  ready to commit murder... You broke the first egg, the chick  🐣  screamed begging you for mercy, but the screams were music to your ears  🎶   👂🏾 You went for the second one, stomach rumbling with joy, ready to perish it’s hunger.  😋 You swung your spoon  🥄  as hard and as gentle as you could, so you could break the the young chicken’s haven but not cause a mess all over the place... To your surprise and anger,  😱 😡 The second egg was rotten  😭 So you threw those two eggs down the drain and committed two more murders so you could have your lovely breakfast  🍳  and go on with your d...

I am talking about a “Baby-Soft Double Ply” toilet paper roll. Let me take you through the journey that results in that beautiful softness. It was a normal cold night out in the jungle, but on this particular one the mind was stronger than usual. The whirly wind ripped me off my mother’s pod, I fell on the ground, alone, cold and scared. I lay there screaming for my mother’s attention who stood strong and proud against the winds as always, she paid no attention to me. I wonder if she mourned me. After hours and hours of screaming it finally hit me that from that point onwards I was by myself, no mommy to protect me from the world. I wanted to do something about my situation, but I was just a seedling, no legs no arms, I just lay there praying hard and hoping a Good Samaritan walks by. The blazing sun used to scorch my bare skin as I was no longer protected by mother’s leaves, the rains too fell on me, I was even hit by a fucken lightning bolt at this one point. I was whi...