Some of us can live without a society but not without a family.
~ Amit Kalantri
In united families, they might sleep with half filled stomach but no one sleeps with empty stomach.
~ Amit Kalantri
You can take the Indian out of the family, but you cannot take the family out of the Indian.
~ Amit Kalantri
In your name, the family name is at last because it's the family name that lasts.
~ Amit Kalantri
Hunger gives flavour to the food.
~ Amit Kalantri
Some people when they see cheese, chocolate or cake they don't think of calories.
~ Amit Kalantri
The salt is to the food, what soul is to the body.
~ Amit Kalantri
A good food is mouthwatering when you see it and finger licking when you eat it.
~ Amit Kalantri
We love our mother because she cares and also because she cooks.
~ Amit Kalantri
O woman, father says natural is beautifulso why do you redden your cheeks and blacken your eyes?Why do you remove the hair on your legsand draw them into your brows?Why do you hold your breathlest your stomach showand hold your fartlest they knowthat you’re a human? O woman, father says natural is beautifulso why do you straighten your hairto curl it nextand pretend to orgasm so they think you enjoyed the sex?Why do you dumb yourself downand push your breasts up?Why do you smile when you’re told toand love when you don’t want to?When? When will you stop, woman? Father says natural is beautifulbut that is doubtfulfor what does father knowhe’s only a fellow.
~ Kamand Kojouri
In many cases, it was the woman’s stomach—not her heart—that fell for her man.
~ Mokokoma Mokhonoana
In some cases, it is the woman’s stomach—not her heart—that has left her man for another.
~ Mokokoma Mokhonoana
For the gaming fishermen there was the Whatoosie River and its native cocka-snoek, the main game fish of the resident Skegg’s Valley Dynamite Fishing Club. Cocka-snoek were wily and tough and rather too bright for mere fish. You wouldn’t catch much with a rod around here. Many inexperienced visitors would find the bait stolen from their hooks, which punctuated the discovery that their lines had somehow got snagged and tangled irretrievably around some underwater obstruction – sometimes tied together with neat little bows. Often, several direct hits with hand grenades were needed to stun the creatures long enough just to catch them, gut them and fry them, but these former military types had become experts at it. For a modest fee, tours could be arranged via the booking office, which included an overnight stay on the banks of the river where one could drop off to a great night’s sleep after a satisfying meal of cocka-snoek done on an open fire, and the sound the bits of shrapnel made rattling in your stomach.
~ Christina Engela
