Obi and Mawe came over to my place on Sunday for lunch. I made pasta with tomato sauce.

Recently, I introduced Obi to peanut butter and jelly. He loves it.

So when I served the pasta, he asked for some peanut butter. I offered to make him a peanut butter and jelly after we finished the pasta. He consented.

But then again, why not? Edward, the house boy at the place I used to live in Ntinda, once made me a peanut butter, jelly, cheese and avocado sandwich for breakfast.

I ate it, slowly, begrudgingly, and it wasn’t that that bad. I’ve heard of house boys making things like bacon and jelly sandwiches.

After I explained to Edward that I didn’t really like all these things together, he continued to eat peanut butter, jelly, cheese and avocado sandwiches.