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LESENKE: SERVED AND EATING OFF ‘LESENKE’. THE METAPHOR FOR THE HUMOUR

“Using metaphors and parables remains one of the greatest assets in the African education system. Supported by a rigorously used system of storytelling and the use of symbols, metaphors have for centuries provided indigenous scholarship about and for African civilisations. The intellectual resilience of African wisdom cues and philosophy-endowed idiomatic expressions have served as repositories of community values and anchored a normative environment comparable to the recorded philosophy of other civilisations. This use of metaphors creates a rather neutral platform for African societies to reflect on themselves about presented phenomena".

"The living experience of society develops mores, norms, and values out of which societal attributes get entrenched as practice. Some of these become stimuli depending on whatever momentum their applicability flows with. As Africans return to the global power or order architecture and start to become a factor in creating a space for their civilisation to be a force to be reckoned with, their lived experience can be used to understand what might be inexplainable from the perspective of other lived experiences”.


Given the patriarchy in African societies and the predominance of males in leadership, it makes them a subject of interest to understand the sources of outstanding leadership as well as those of dysfunction in the leadership practice. How a society eats is known to be one of the most potent ways it expresses and preserves its civilisation and cultural identity. The most common substrate of etiquette between cultures is what happens at households' breakfast, lunch, and dinner tables. Most transmissions of cultural practices occur when humanity empties its ethnic content and history around a meal. Mealtime creates experiences that shape leadership and general etiquette. This etiquette finds expression in society through various forms.


This rendition will look at how African men eat when they are in the public privacy of themselves as a possible metaphor explaining other phenomena where the outcome is just eating. The traditional way of serving food in Africa has always expressed the true meaning of breaking bread together. Food would be served in different containers, allowing the eater to determine what to eat. In most instances, food was served to more than one person, especially in early childhood. The cadence of eating reflected the commitment of those eating to ensure that everyone had his reasonable share of what was rationed. 


This accounts for philosophical idiomatic expressions such as ‘vana va muNhu va tsemelana nhloko ya njiya”, which literally means children of the same household will share something as small as the head of a locust. This defines the basic unit of society origins of the communal character of being African. It extends to village, community, society, and ultimately the nation. So, eating together is a core value of being African; it has been how people eat together that has redefined the virtues associated with Africans when eating time comes. It is during these moments that a basic ‘table’ (read also ‘eating environment’) is established for contextual use across all life occurrences.

 

A pecking order would naturally develop, and rules of etiquette would be monitored and enforced as the eating process unfolds. These would develop into the proverbial table manners. The manner of eating became a microcosm of how the general behaviour of society will be in contexts where the activity of eating will be essential to dispose of food or resources. Through table manners and other mores, societies manage greed, dietary rules, hygiene, and many aspects of human co-existence where the basic eating instincts influence all other instincts. The servings' structure defines waste management and a society's ability to influence the availability of the next meal. 

 

There will then be moments where people would be more than an average household in number, and mass servings would have to be made. This rendition has no evidence of how this was handled, but it could not have materially deviated from what the basic unit of society, the family, does. However, the advent of mining and industrialisation in South Africa rearranged life. The introduction of male-only hostels or labour custodial spaces in the now metropoles of South Africa meant the productivity demands would introduce eating environment mannerisms. In this context, the serenity of mealtime would be a function of how quickly people return to work.


It is these contexts, dehumanising as some practices would have been, especially with stories of serving on concrete before big steel tables and new mass-eating methods settled as normal. The steel tables were orderly, and a portable mechanism in the form of corrugated iron, now called LESENKE, was introduced.   This is now celebrated by African males outside the contextual discontents that came with its introduction. It has become a feature at funerals when the time to eat comes. Whichever way this practice is viewed, it has altered the dimension of table manners in those who practice it. 


For those uneducated about this practice, it is simply piling, if not throwing on, food onto a corrugated iron surface, and then lunch or whatever is served. The way people engage with food is human to the extent that it is humans eating. Only the cognitive element of being human regulates order; otherwise, it evokes truisms that, indeed, humans are part of the animal kingdom. 

 

What has been observed in revelations of corruption in the country is the transposition of LESENKE mannerisms into the public sector procurement system, or ‘eating environment spaces.’ The public sector budget has assumed a character of being served on the proverbial LESENKE and thus evoking behaviours associated thereto. The idea of LESENKE is to finish what is on there until there can be no further supply. 

 

It would appear the LESENKE phenomenon has gone into how public power is procured and managed. The etiquette is 'topa-o-tloge-ke-tope'. Given sufficient time, I submit this can be a subject of sociological analysis. 

 

BUT MAYBE IT IS ME, AND I SEE GHOSTS. 

 

Good morning. 

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