Friday, March 31, 2023

Chef Rino story

 

Chef Rino story

I would like to introduce Rinomazenge Rino Tjiposa-Muhuka-Muniovandu, a good cook I know.

Chef Rino teaches science at the first secondary school in Kaokoland, but today's tale isn't about her work as a teacher; instead, it's about her side gig as a cook. I'm not very good at cooking, but I can always appreciate those that are! I'll tell you about a friend of mine who is an excellent cook, how I met her, what she can make, and why I think she is so good at it. This person is one of my friends; we weren't in the same secondary school, but our schools were close by. As we've gotten to know each other better over the years, we now hang out together. She's the best baker, and when I saw her cake on social media for the first time, I asked her who made it. She replied that she did. She asked if we might have lunch at the Kaokoland restaurant one day while I was in our hometown, Rocky and Dusty town. She took me out to lunch and told me about how she first became a chef. She informed me that the Chef named Rauha Angel Hanai taught her how to bake and Chef Rino actually paid for the lesson that Rauha Angel Hanai taught her how to bake. The beautiful thing about her is that she chose to do it because she loved it, not because other people were doing it. It's fortunate that she can cook because she owns her own business manufacturing custom biscuits that are meticulously embellished with unique designs. But, she also manages a busy home and frequently prepares great, healthy meals for her family.

I assumed she was merely skilled at baking birthday cakes, but it turns out that her husband and I share the same peer group, Otjiuondo tjoNjose yOngua yaKaoko, and that we are also the same age. We were talking about various things when I started to inquire about his plans for lunch. He replied that he didn't think he would go out to eat because he already had everything he needed at home. I asked him what kind of cuisine he was talking about because I didn't understand him, and he replied that his wife can make any type of Namibian meal at any moment. My friend can cook anything, wherever, it seems! She bakes her own birthday cakes and uses herbs and eggs to instantly create a dinner. She prepares healthy meals and, thankfully for me, appears to like hosting unexpected visitors as well. She bakes incredibly delicious chocolate and orange cakes, and both her friends and customers adore her biscuits. Yet, the cake she recently prepared for my Ipi-Lu remains a favourite in my book. She informed me that she is open to collaborating with anyone who wants to do so.

I first heard about having dinner at Chef Rino's place during the Opuwo Trade Fair. I joined the group in order to visit and observe what goes on there. Chef Rino had prepared it beforehand. In addition to some delectable fried halloumi cheese, she prepared for us using a tiny gas burner, a saucepan, and some chopped red peppers, onions, and other veggies. She even had the bright idea to pack a little salad dressing and some form of cloth to hold it all together. We enjoyed the late-afternoon light and our food after a short while. Nothing compares to a "meal eaten outside" after exerting one's body, standing at the Trade Fair the whole day.

I just overheard Chef Rino stating "Thank you for visiting, see you again next time" as I was wondering how we were going to pay. The next guy to hear me questioned, "Are we not going to pay anything?" Another guy also, asked if he was going to pay anything. She responded, "Don't worry, you'll pay next. That one was just for you all as my visit." Ipi-Lu's mother used to cook me nice food, but that was the second delicious meal I got for free. Always patronize local businesses, I used to advise, since they might offer you something for free or on credit if you run out of money.

Why is she such a skilled cook? She has a lot of experience, she enjoys doing it, and it is both her work and her passion, in my opinion. Because she frequently makes relatively basic foods that are tasty, healthful, and elegantly presented (though not overly so), I believe she is good. A really outstanding cook, in my opinion, is also calm, unhurried, and eager to share the fruits of her labour. She is someone I consider to be incredibly blessed to have met, and I occasionally feel bad that I don't cook or can I say I do not know how to cook. It appears that being a consistently grateful consumer is my contribution. Although difficult, it must be done by someone.

Words cannot express how fantastic the cake you made turned out. Your cakes are always beyond amazing; they surpass all expectations. I can't express my gratitude to you both enough for working so hard to make the most gorgeous wedding and birthday cakes! Your cakes can pass the red line, which indicates they can be consumed in different regions, and I hope one day that my friend English Simataa Kawana would test this claim in Katima. You said this to me one day.

Let's help each other out and support the little companies in our community. If someone has failed someplace, we shouldn't be scared to encourage them to do better. Chef Rino works with people who own businesses similar to yours, asks for feedback from consumers about areas you can improve, and offers reasonable training to those who want it. I used to say the following phrases consistently:

·         A large company often begins small.

·         Every little thing you buy has a significant impact.

·         Shopping locally has positive effects.

·         Shop locally in a world where you can purchase anywhere.

·         You support a dream when you patronize a small business.

Chef Rino Congratulations! Your persistence and zeal as you pursue success are contagious. I appreciate all the people you helped along the way to victory.

 

The author

Uerimanga Tjijombo

The Himbacracy Philosopher


Monday, March 13, 2023

Chapter Fourteen A GIRL FROM EHOMBA MOUNTAIN WHO WANTS TO ACHIEVE SOMETHING

 

Chapter Fourteen

A GIRL FROM EHOMBA MOUNTAIN WHO WANTS TO ACHIEVE SOMETHING

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FROM THE MOUNTAIN TO THE CITY LIGHTS

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We tried not to be overly sad but to cherish the memories we had with Kenaa. On Saturday, we talked about her for the majority of the day. On Sunday, I spent the day at home and contemplated many things, but my education was the thing that kept coming to mind the most. I knew it would not be simple, but I had to get myself together and prepare for my first day of school. Now that I am formally enrolled at UNAM, I tried to recapture the enthusiasm I felt three weeks prior when I was a young woman traveling by Mai’s Quantum known (oumbesi waPuwo) to Windhoek to pursue her Bachelor of Laws. When I looked at my schedule, my first class was scheduled to begin at 10:30.

 However, how could I avoid her? I got ready at exactly 08:00 as she requested, and by 08:30, I was on the campus grounds. My aunt had woken me up at precisely 06:00 and told me to be ready by 08:00 as she wanted to go drop me off at school on my first day. On my first day of classes at Unam, I went to sit in the cafeteria by myself while I waited for Tjipaa and Ndjona-Top to arrive. As I was there, I noticed that many men (including some younger men) were actually glancing at me. I wasn't surprised by this, though, as I now knew that I was a beauty and that the key to handling men who want to screw me is to remain cool and collected.

I was seated next to a young man who offered to buy me coffee, which I gratefully accepted. Given that it was our first meeting, we talked for a bit while he shared a few details about himself with me. He was a young, educated, gorgeous man who revealed that he is a lecturer and that this is his first year of teaching. The young man kindly stood up and said farewell, "It was a pleasure talking to you Nguaendomuua, and I hope to see you again soon." It was a very brief conversation since Tjipaa and Ndjona-Top arrived just as we were busy getting to know each other.

 I just gazed at him as he walked out of the cafeteria and murmured, "You take care of that beautiful grin now. How frequently do you see a young, black, attractive, and intelligent guy? Something about this guy stood out. Tjipaa questioned me as Ndjona-Top and Tjipaa sat down next to me, "Mmmh he looks like he wanted more than just to buy you coffee, can't you tell when a guy likes you or what? " I simply replied, "A guy who offered to buy me coffee," and that was it. I explained, "Oh, I just thought he was being kind to me. Ndjona-Top, however, was having a rough day because earlier in the morning she received a call from her boss telling her not to come to work any longer because she had allegedly been "fired".

CotaMa-Cups was dead, as you recall, he was the man who lavished money on her, and now to add to her misery she had no job and that meant no salary for her as well. Forget the fact that we were sitting in the cafeteria having coffee and there were people not so far behind us, she started losing it, "That old man is just stupid," she said. I'll see him after school because he can't simply throw me away like that. Matu kutwa kumwe tjiri, she said, "He can't just use me like toilet paper and flush me down the drain when he's done using me.

That was Ndjona-"never Top's say die" attitude for you, I guess. But I now began to wonder if she was referring to other unethical favours when she used to talk to me about her profession and how occasionally she would do me a favour. If that were the case, I wasn't surprised because it is probably how she ended up working as the CEO of one of Namibia's best firms' personal assistants. I was with him in his office, and he just fired me.

We had finished breakfast, and it was time for class. I was anxious for my first lecture, but when you are well-liked on campus, people will hear and know about every little thing that happens in your home, sometimes down to the last detail happening in your bathroom. I wasn't referring to myself; I was referring to the ozondjona-ozotops, but many people respected me because I was a member of the group. The girls were popular on campus, not to mention that they were among the most attractive women on campus, and I was one of them when we briefly hung out in between classes and saw how everyone was watching us. Several people came to express their condolences for our loss, and Tjipaa and Ndjona-Top couldn't stop receiving them. Even individuals who didn't know me directly hugged me; since word on campus spreads like wildfire, I became the new Ndjona-Tops.

Academically speaking, my first day of classes went well; the lecturers and I were both well-prepared. I was having so much fun in class that, even when I saw Tusu's face on the SRC placard poster hanging in the hallways, it was as if I had forgotten about him; I simply didn't let the stress in my life keep me from focusing on my studies. It was the fine young man I had coffee with in the cafeteria this morning standing on the podium, just about to introduce himself. "I welcome you all to the class of Introduction to Law, I will be your lecturer for the year, and my name is Tuku Tjamahuue," he said as he introduced himself. "After a brief chill with the girls, I was heading for my last class. When I entered the classroom, I couldn't believe my eyes.

It felt unpleasant when he noticed me as I entered the room because I wasn't anticipating that, much less that he would be my lecturer. I prayed the time would pass quickly and that he would finish his talk because it was awkward that he couldn't take his eyes off me. Immediately after he finished, I was unable to get away from him; before I could, he called and asked me to stay for a while. "Just because I am your lecturer does not change the fact that I and you had a wonderful and sweet conversation this morning and as you know, I didn't know you were going to be in my class, so I still intend to have coffee with you and ask you out if you would go out with me," he said. Wow, Tuku. I liked him in the cafeteria, but I wasn't sure how much longer I would like him in class, so I said I would think about it.

The only issue I had with him was that back at my school in the village, when we heard of students dating school teachers, it was a very serious offense; it resulted in the teacher being suspended or expelled, and the learner was seen as an outcast. I was amused and intrigued by his humor, and he displayed a mysterious and fascinating quality. The focus was on "hands-off learners" today. This situation was a bit different; we had open conversations, I loved him, and since it was still university, I had a few wicked thoughts. He gave me a pretty tight hug as soon as our chat ended, and I left.

I went to visit my cousin, and that afternoon Tjipaa and I went with her to her former boss's office to confront him. It was her idea to have a backup in case things didn't go according to plan, so we stormed into his office (actually, she stormed in and we just stepped in behind her). I could see the expression on that man's face; it appeared as though he had just seen a ghost, and that ghost was Ndjona-Top, who is both a wildcard and a character. "I just want to let you know that you cannot just decide to get rid of me like that. You cannot just write me off like that like some old scrapped car, or use me like I'm toilet paper. After all the times that I have been fucking you right in this very office you want to dismiss me? Vemuu; kohungire owatjiri, Vemuu is Ndjona-Top.

My cousin said, "I want you to send N$100,000 to my account right away, or I'll tell your wife everything about us," and she sat down on his desk. The man appeared shocked, perhaps wondering what kind of girl he got himself engaged with. He attempted to counterattack by saying Ndjona-Top lacked evidence to support her claims. Do you realize the kind of harm I can do you, muatje oove movere oviyoze? Are you threatening me or something? He yelled, "Now leave my office, you little slut, before I ask security to come and eject you. Ndjona-Top removed a flash from her bag and placed it in his laptop. She then started playing a video, but because Tjipaa and I were positioned across from his desk, we were unable to see what was being played. However, because we could hear two people speaking and other sounds, we assumed she was playing a pornographic clip.

 Mr. Tjambi, the man, began yelling and threatening Ndjona-Top, daring her not to even consider saying a word to his wife. At this time, his wife had just entered his office and heard the noises coming from there. "What's going on in here?," she yelled angrily as she saw Ndjona-Top sitting on her husband's desk. No worries, dear, this girl here has just been fired and she is not taking the news well. Clearly, she does not understand what competence means, Mr. Tjambi retorted. Tjipaa and I exchanged shocked glances at this point, but it came as no surprise to me at all because, by this point, I was well aware of my cousin's abilities.

 We watched as the drama queen put her skills to the test. Ndjona-Top prompted the man to consider the work they were carrying out, saying, "It is all on the USB and if you don't mind I will just leak it on the net, I understand I don't work here anymore but I will be waiting for my payment, consider it an early retirement package for me," before grinning at him. Since Ndjona-Top did not take any chances that she was present, the wife could probably not understand Ndjona-Top attitude, and I could tell Mr. Tjambi had a lot of explaining to do, I watched as the man staggered in his chair and his wife looked at us like we were girls without any respect. My cousin made her point very clear.

We left in Tjipaa's BMW but were intrigued as to what was on the memory stick; Ndjona-Top only clarified that it was a brief film that she and the elderly man had made while working late. Tjipaa then asked her what she meant "Did you not videotape yourself doing a silly move with that man in his office? Hooo!" You won't believe the things I am capable of, my buddy, I knew this day was coming so I had to find something to negotiate with, every female wants security, you know, men are dogs. It will only be a matter of time before he calls, she continued.

N$100 million. Heee, "okakambe," that was Ndjona-Top for you.

The End.

Wait for part fifteen as ‘A GIRL FROM EHOMBA MOUNTAIN WHO WANTS TO ACHIEVE SOMETHING’ continues…

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CHAPTER FIFTEEN

A GIRL FROM EHOMBA MOUNTAIN WHO WANTS TO ACHIEVE SOMETHING

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FROM THE MOUNTAIN TO THE CITY LIGHTS

_______________________ CHAPTER FIFTEEN________________________________


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