A Spicytale of Love: Upburu's Quest for Perfection

"I am not a lesbian!"

"Oh calm down Upburu, we are all lesbians here in the kitchen."

I sighed heavily, "I will not be lured into a lesbian relationship with you Khari. I am in love with..."

"with who?"

"I can't tell you"

Khari looked at me with a befuddled look, "Why not? You can trust me! I know everything about you."

"No I can't, I am in love with someone who works here and I can't risk getting them fired. I am not gay, I am in love with this person and nothing can stop that."

"You are just really really horny, that's all."

"No I am not! I have been thinking of this person every minute of every day! I am doing everything I can to get them to fall in love with me too. I need this more than anything right now, so please leave me alone."

"I understand, you want to stay pure for your lover. You want to wait for the perfect moment before you make the ultimate sacrifice and give yourself to them. You are a very romantic person."

"No, I am not."

"Yes you are! You want to make sure that your first time is special and memorable. Most young people nowadays just have casual sex with a one night stand, but not you! You want to give yourself to someone that you love and care about."

"No, I don't!"

"Yes you do! You want to meet their family and for them to meet your family. You want the whole courtship thing and all of that."

"Stop it Khari, I am not like that!"

"You are! You are in love with this person and you want to have a serious relationship with them. You want to be with them forever."

"Stop, please stop, I have to work."

"I understand, but let me help you out with your dish. I have an idea."

"No, I have to do this on my own."

"Let me help you, please."

"No, I have to do this on my own, I have to!"

"Okay, fine. I understand, your love is all that is important to you right now, I understand. Go ahead."

I picked up a chicken from the pile in front of me. There were hundreds of chickens in front of me, all of them screaming as loud as they could. They were all crying for freedom, for the chance to live a normal life. The truth was that no one cared about them or what happened to them. They were all doomed to die, even if they were a rare breed or had feathers of a particular colour. Everyone cared about how their food tasted, but not if they ate chicken that was tortured to death. Animals were supposed to be treated fairly, but no one really cared enough to change things.

The chickens that died today would be cooked to perfection and served to customers, who would not even notice that they were eating live birds. No one would ever know that these chickens suffered greatly before they ended their lives. The ones who knew, like me, would not tell them. We wanted the money that we received for serving the chicken. We wanted to eat the chicken. We wanted to serve them to others so we could ask for more money to pay for our own chickens.

I looked at the chicken as I held it. It was crying in pain, it was afraid of what was going to happen to it. I could feel its fear, its pain. It did not want to die and it was aware of its fate. It was hoping for an escape, a miracle, but it knew that there was no escape. It was going to die and there was nothing anyone could do to change that.

I squeezed it tightly, almost breaking it. I felt its bones cracking under the pressure of my grip. It screamed in agony, it cried in pain. I could feel its pain, I could feel its fear, I could feel its sadness. I could feel everything that was inside it, everything that it was feeling. I could feel its thoughts and emotions. I could feel its joy and hope. I could feel it love for its family, for its friends. I could feel it pain at being separated from them. I could feel it hatred for those who took away its freedom. I could feel it love for the world and for nature itself. I could feel its happiness at being alive. I could feel its sadness at having to die. I could feel its anger at being forced to live a life of cruelty and suffering.

I stopped squeezing it. Its bones were broken, its insides were destroyed. It was dead, it was gone. I hated myself for what I did. I hated myself for killing this innocent creature, for taking away its life. I wanted to live a life without taking lives. I wanted to live a life where I could live my own life without being controlled by others, by society. I wanted to live my own life, but I had to kill this chicken in order to do that. I was forced to do this, I was forced to kill this innocent creature.

I felt tears flowing down my cheeks as I looked at my creation. I killed this chicken, I took away its life, but I also gave it a new life. I gave it a life where it was free, where it was happy. I gave it a life that it always wanted to live, a life where it could enjoy all of the wonders of nature. I gave it a life where it could love, a life where it could find happiness. I gave it a life where it could be free from the pain and suffering that it had to suffer in this world.

I smiled as I looked at my creation. It was perfect, exactly what I wanted it to be. This is exactly what I wanted to create when I started this endeavor. I wanted to create something beautiful, something that would show the world what I could do. This was the best dish that I had ever created. This was the dish that I would serve to my lover. I was going to give it to the only person that mattered to me, the person that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

I took a bite out of the chicken. It was delicious, it was perfect. It was exactly what I wanted. It was the best dish that anyone had ever created.