Humanity Canteen

Humanity Canteen My restaurant is exclusive and classy no paupers allowed though I have to declare that I picked up the chef near the township where on a paraffin cooker in his garden of plenty lots of dishevelment in which he stewed maize meal and half rotten gruel into a one sided meal with no time for thoughts to be spared on the plights of elite I cater for an experience novel and poetic in which good masters of globalisation are swamped in comprehensive packages and all encompassing reality checks of bank cards if only just for a moment Set into a downgraded small stadium left from World Cup 2010 built from tax money on shoulders of poverty now left with new use Palm trees and marble adorn the entrance hibiscus and roses that are genetically modified to exude fragrance of mal-odorous sweat and fountains of bracken water in which salmonella and turbercle bacteria jump merrily up and down in jolly confinement while the terraces overflow in a marvellous display of garbage and latrine Clients and staff exchange their clothes on arrival before the former and now enriched customers enter under a spray of pungent delight such as mordant scent of corrosion from the cesspits of social convenience They shake hands and diversity when devout servants share what is theirs and theirs only in unique and exotic trickles’ upwards embrace The food is simple no lobster today but pap chicken feet and cartilage rodent’s delirium all organically raised roaming free on enchanting land fill sites of natural beauty uncorrupted by divine human hands Customers gorge and gobble gorgeously spiced concoctions washed down in splendid simplicity spoiled like children they still wish to be I do not cater for the privacy of separate chambers as there are twenty places laid out on the floor meals served in robust enamel containers in good company of fellow upper classed friends and also small hordes of authentically presented scoundrels picking up lonely crumbs under leaking tin roofs romantically lit from a generous flat generator I the owner of ‘Restaurant Enlightenment’ want not to compromise the adventure of dining in mind boggling assault on the senses and my diners and whiners are sworn to complete secrecy when they return from the pleasure dome of fantastical splendour back to their doomed back breaking mansions investments caviar and champagne But it goes without saying it is a no brainer really that there must be some higher order good some contribution to humankind on the whole some confirmation of status quo ante some overarching meaning on top of only the exciting joy of sharing and caring some charitable quest to conquer the dangerous perils of overwhelming conscience My customers would not like the revolution of mindsets to become too rapidly infesting their infantile conscience because we all know that revolutions produce counter revolutions which would heavily taint the whole eating and meeting and exploration of self and thus 90% of the proceeds 200 dollars a meal will be charitably donated Where else to but some tax heaven in Panama for high society pensions 5th September 2016