Many of us take breakfast for granted – even the treat of bacon and eggs. I certainly did when I was growing up. Each morning before going to school, I would fill my tummy with food: hot porridge, a bowl of cereal with cold milk, or slices of toast slathered with magarine and anchovy paste. My classmates arrived at school with their bellies full. And all of us had lunch.
When I worked at Qhakaza, I saw for myself that not all children have the luxury of a meal in the morning. Some do not even have the money to buy something to eat at lunch. What moved me was when I saw that a child without food would not stay hungry for long. The children I taught did not come from money: instead heir parent/grandmother/sister worked at a low paying job. And yet they still shared what they had – even if it were only a half a loaf of white bread and a bottle of coke.
Now I work in a school where parents earn good incomes and send too much food with their children for lunch. I shudder when I see apples and half eaten sandwiches thrown into the garbage. I then think of those children in South Africa who would welcome the food that is thrown away here with no thought.
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2015
(This post was written for the FMF 31 day challenge hosted by Kate Motaung. Today’s prompt: bacon)
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