J was born in a beautiful village known by producing sweet smunted porridge that any man who passes by could hardly miss. A cup was the only way through your journey. The porridge is used to mark important community ceremonies like circumcision. It was hard for us to distance our selves from such a beautiful culture. When siphoning from a beautiful vessel called guard, a feeling of pride of being a member of the community did not hesitate from befalling you.I loved it when we used to lie and play with girls around after taking the drink.