You've done this.
Several times you've walked into the kitchen, hungry as hell. Most times, it's between meals; lunch and dinner. You're a kid, a teenager, and your cravings for food are almost unlimited. From post bu ndow games with the other boys; you feel you can eat a cow. From playing maa nyoww with the kids in the streets, you feel that Chu kong you had for lunch has but disappeared from your stomach. You crave, food, food in the fridge, food on the table for Papa. Sugary food, two spoons of rice, and a choppti of the food your big sister is cooking in the kitchen. Food you cannot touch. The last time you took Ya's Icey Bui, you had ended up going to bed with no dinner. Hunger is killing you. You can't touch Papa's lunch; you shudder at the thought of what will happen if somebody catches you. Yet that growling monster in your stomach won't stop.
So you master the art of satcha lehka...
Sneaky as a mouse doesn't do the trick most times. When it comes to the affairs of the kitchen, you think to yourself, causing a lot of noise sometimes does the trick. The sink tap, you let it run. Only way you won't be heard pouring Wonjo in your cup. You open the cupboards and make as much noise as possible with the bowls because if mother asks, you can always tell her "Ya, bowl ly oot purr deff fa suma Ebbeh buma Jane-da", that way, Papa won't ask “ko kanla”, when you open his bowl on the table, to satcha two spoons of Benachin, or more, in hurried swallows.
The Icey Buie Ya sells is really good, yet you know she counts all except the ones with erm, faults; she always gives you the ones with torn plastics. You carefully tear one of the plastic bags. Carefully so the knife marks won't show on the ice. You remove it from the back of the freezer, and place it where it will be one of the first chosen, a kid comes to buy bui juice and you linger in the kitchen as Ya opens the freezer. "Hai, bee dafa harr de. Indil cass ma defal lakor fa". You have it at the ready, with that tiny spoon you so adore. You have mastered the art of satcha lehka...
Your aunt brings parcels from the heww she went to. She calls you and shares the pancakes and minties with you; you eye her canned drink longingly. She takes it to the fridge to cool and warns your sister not to touch it. You badly want it. "Take 5" has always been your favorite drink. You sadly go to your room to do your math homework. Chewing on the tasteless pancake and wishing it was accompanied with that Take 5. As you open your arithmetic set box to do your homework, you notice how the compass shined brighter than the silver sharpener. You think about the compass and you think about the Take 5. Before you know it, you're in the kitchen. Everybody else is watching TV. You open the fridge quietly. Not even a creak, no, the fridge is friendly tonight. You sight the drink sitting alone in the corner. Away from the light, you grasp it and felt the coldness of the metal on your fingers and palm. You hold the door of the fridge with your leg and use the compass to puncture a hole around top of the can; right on top of one of the lines. You felt the pressure released through the hole and cover your lips with it. You suck the juice of the Take 5 through that punctured hole and as long as possible, until you feel the can get half empty. You carefully place it back and close the fridge. You smile as you walk into your room with a new energy to do your homework. You have mastered the art of satcha lehka...
You have sunguff meww, you want your little cousin's Cerelac. You sneakily open the tin of goodie and take big spoons of the heavenly baby food. You then pour in the sunguff meww and mix it with the Cerelac before covering it up and putting it back to its place. You have mastered the art of satcha lehka...
The Churaa gerrteh that your grandmother made is still on the stove, it is already cool and the top layer has perfectly formed. The stirring spoon is still in there. You easily lift it and use your spoon to take some of the Churaa gerrteh from underneath the top layer. That way, you won't disturb the food but you'll have burrowed through it like a rabbit as you tibba and put in your cup ready to peak and enjoy. You would master the art of satcha lehka at this stage but that peak is not yours. It was left over from breakfast and is still half full. You pour half the contents into your Churaa gerrteh and fill the tin with water. Carefully, you wipe the surface and replace it in the fridge. Now, with Peaked up Churaa Gerrteh in hand, you have mastered the art of Satcha Lehka.
Several times you've walked into the kitchen, hungry as hell. Most times, it's between meals; lunch and dinner. You're a kid, a teenager, and your cravings for food are almost unlimited. From post bu ndow games with the other boys; you feel you can eat a cow. From playing maa nyoww with the kids in the streets, you feel that Chu kong you had for lunch has but disappeared from your stomach. You crave, food, food in the fridge, food on the table for Papa. Sugary food, two spoons of rice, and a choppti of the food your big sister is cooking in the kitchen. Food you cannot touch. The last time you took Ya's Icey Bui, you had ended up going to bed with no dinner. Hunger is killing you. You can't touch Papa's lunch; you shudder at the thought of what will happen if somebody catches you. Yet that growling monster in your stomach won't stop.
So you master the art of satcha lehka...
Sneaky as a mouse doesn't do the trick most times. When it comes to the affairs of the kitchen, you think to yourself, causing a lot of noise sometimes does the trick. The sink tap, you let it run. Only way you won't be heard pouring Wonjo in your cup. You open the cupboards and make as much noise as possible with the bowls because if mother asks, you can always tell her "Ya, bowl ly oot purr deff fa suma Ebbeh buma Jane-da", that way, Papa won't ask “ko kanla”, when you open his bowl on the table, to satcha two spoons of Benachin, or more, in hurried swallows.
The Icey Buie Ya sells is really good, yet you know she counts all except the ones with erm, faults; she always gives you the ones with torn plastics. You carefully tear one of the plastic bags. Carefully so the knife marks won't show on the ice. You remove it from the back of the freezer, and place it where it will be one of the first chosen, a kid comes to buy bui juice and you linger in the kitchen as Ya opens the freezer. "Hai, bee dafa harr de. Indil cass ma defal lakor fa". You have it at the ready, with that tiny spoon you so adore. You have mastered the art of satcha lehka...
Your aunt brings parcels from the heww she went to. She calls you and shares the pancakes and minties with you; you eye her canned drink longingly. She takes it to the fridge to cool and warns your sister not to touch it. You badly want it. "Take 5" has always been your favorite drink. You sadly go to your room to do your math homework. Chewing on the tasteless pancake and wishing it was accompanied with that Take 5. As you open your arithmetic set box to do your homework, you notice how the compass shined brighter than the silver sharpener. You think about the compass and you think about the Take 5. Before you know it, you're in the kitchen. Everybody else is watching TV. You open the fridge quietly. Not even a creak, no, the fridge is friendly tonight. You sight the drink sitting alone in the corner. Away from the light, you grasp it and felt the coldness of the metal on your fingers and palm. You hold the door of the fridge with your leg and use the compass to puncture a hole around top of the can; right on top of one of the lines. You felt the pressure released through the hole and cover your lips with it. You suck the juice of the Take 5 through that punctured hole and as long as possible, until you feel the can get half empty. You carefully place it back and close the fridge. You smile as you walk into your room with a new energy to do your homework. You have mastered the art of satcha lehka...
You have sunguff meww, you want your little cousin's Cerelac. You sneakily open the tin of goodie and take big spoons of the heavenly baby food. You then pour in the sunguff meww and mix it with the Cerelac before covering it up and putting it back to its place. You have mastered the art of satcha lehka...
The Churaa gerrteh that your grandmother made is still on the stove, it is already cool and the top layer has perfectly formed. The stirring spoon is still in there. You easily lift it and use your spoon to take some of the Churaa gerrteh from underneath the top layer. That way, you won't disturb the food but you'll have burrowed through it like a rabbit as you tibba and put in your cup ready to peak and enjoy. You would master the art of satcha lehka at this stage but that peak is not yours. It was left over from breakfast and is still half full. You pour half the contents into your Churaa gerrteh and fill the tin with water. Carefully, you wipe the surface and replace it in the fridge. Now, with Peaked up Churaa Gerrteh in hand, you have mastered the art of Satcha Lehka.
