The Emotional Stages of Buying a Smokie

I never imagined that one day I would sit down and write an article about the smokie. But, here I am doing it. If you ask me, the smokie is a phenomenon on its own. It’s a cheap snack, and it has provided a means for making money for several vendors who sell them and boiled eggs too. As a student, there have been several times when I have been too broke to buy snacks when I am feeling super hungry, especially when these days a decent snack costs Ksh200/- and above. But in comes the smokie which costs Kshs25/- and is available nearly everywhere you turn and find a Farmer’s Choice cart.  And then comes the stages;

Smokie with Kachumbari

Stage 1: So there I am stuck with maybe Ksh100/-, and I need probably about Ksh70/- to get home, the rest I can use to buy a smokie. And why not? If I can use that change to buy a quick snack that can keep my stomach tight before I get home, then it sounds like a win-win situation. But since I am a lady, and keeping a figure is not as easy as it seems, then the whole issue of weight-watching comes as a nagging thought at the back of my mind.

Stage 2: Maybe I can get a balanced meal out of that tiny snack… If I throw in bread, then I get carbohydrates, protein from the meat and the kachumbari vegetables will add vitamins. Take note, I am no nutritionist, so please do not take this as expert advice.

This is just what goes through my head when deciding whether I am going to buy that snack that, in actuality is just too cheap to be healthy. What I really should be doing is spending that extra change to buy fruit. But no the smokie vendor is already slicing that bread and inserting the smokie. It’s too late.

Stage 3: Was it really worth it? Scoffing down the smokie like I’ve starved to death, and it took me only a few minutes to get home and prepare a proper meal, that I am too full for now.

Stage 4: Then a slight pain in my stomach creeps in, and it can’t really be a coincidence. I shouldn’t have eaten that smokie.

Stage 5: But when the pain is gone, and I am hungry again with little cash to spend – there I am back at stage 1, ready to go through the stages all over again.

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