I went back to smashing the incarcerated macadamia nut with my carefully picked tool.
Mwamba, the rock.
The scientific method of trial and error brought me to this conclusion:
Step 1: I started with throwing the nuts against the floor.
Result: absolutely nothing happened.
Step 2: I tried cutting the shell with the biggest knife I could find.
Result: no luck.
Step 3: I grabbed a cooking pan in hopes of breaking the shell.
Result: The only thing that broke was the pan.
It fell to the floor and the handle remained in my hand.
I scanned the nut but it was upsettingly intact.
The kitchen counter was the one with a crack.
Step 4: Go outside, these nuts are dangerous.
Result: I found a rock.
“Kuja” Shannon “Kuja”
the tiny bare feet stomped against the linoleum floor
his hand grabbed the door frame and he carefully waddled down the steps.
Shannon hugged my thigh and I got to catch a glimpse of his ethereal eyes
“here Shannon, try it, it’s a sweet, its nzuri.
He shook his head and pressed his lips together. “mmmm- no.”
“Shannon, nzuri, its good.” I smiled.
Then proceeded to roll my eyes, and eat the raw macadamia nut in front of him.