Not just Biscuits...

The government needs to introduce a commission of enquiry to look at the confectionary industry; and do not get me wrong here please, I am not implying that they have done anything wrong but on the contrary they have had me hooked, especially their milk biscuits.

The commission should be established with at least a 20 – member board who shall walk in all the factories that make these golden manna-like beauties. They shall be tasked with ensuring that our shelves never run dry of any biscuits. They shall ensure that the streets are sprawling with hawkers selling these proceeds of revolutionary discovery in the kitchen world. The commission shall also ensure that every pack is filled to capacity and that none should be short even by a gram. I would have suggested the commission be constituted with members from western Kenya but then again our brothers would be so soaked in they wouldn’t even notice what it is they were looking for so that would be a no. Maybe their counterparts from the lakeside would suffice but bottom line is whatever happens, these baked beauties need to receive the recognition they deserve.

The commission would then form a sub commission whose sole purpose shall be to pray for the beautiful hands that make this magical creation. This sub commission would pray to the god of the rising sun that these wonderful humans never run out of reasons to smile. That their families would be beaming with joy and that their young ones only cry tears of joy. They would petition the gods to send legions of angels to fan them in the heat of this sub - Saharan sun and even play them music or tell jokes whenever they are bored (I think sister Susan would be the best candidate to chair this one since she conducts herself as if she and our Lord Jesus are buddies)

The commission would also petition the government that these factories be made national treasures and a day set aside to celebrate the beautiful brain that conceived the idea that there should exist such a thing as biscuits, heck even erect a statue in their honor. Those working in there should also receive state protection and their cattle allowed to graze in the green lush grasses of statehouse.

All I am saying is tea and biscuits just slap different, especially milk biscuits for us God’s favorite children but for the rest of you lactose-intolerant rejects of heaven, I suggest you wait till you meet Him so that you can ask why He let you miss out on this mouth watering delicacy.