“What’s for dinner?”
You hear it in many languages around the globe every day. ‘What’s for dinner?’ A simple phrase we take for granted. We walk into our home, to our hotel, to a restaurant, and we either voice it or think it. “What’s for dinner?”
Chances are, you do it too.
You never even assume that the answer could be “nothing”.
Or that the answer could be a loud silence.
A silence so deafening, it drowns the sound of your shrieking stomach.
No home. No roof. No door. No family. No chatter about the day. No table. No chairs. No light. No food. No dinner.
Welcome to modern day Somalia.
‘What’s for dinner?’
As the World that takes dinner for granted clears the dinner table, throws a good chunk of the leftover food in the trash, loosens its pants, belches from over-indulging, then slowly chews itself to obesity and an early grave, the other World of billions who hear the loud nothing every day silently ache for a chance to ask “What’s for dinner?”
Will we ever learn?