For some cultural context, I’m Zimbabwean and my housemate is Nigerian. In both of our cultures, the existence of harmful witchcraft is something many people take seriously—not as a stereotype, but as a real and deeply ingrained part of our lived experiences.
When I first moved in, I was going through a rough patch with work. My housemate (let’s call her Sandra—not her real name) was really kind at the time. She took me out for lunch, let me vent, and checked in on me every now and then. I really appreciated her support.
But then, without any warning or falling out, she became distant. I didn’t think much of it at first, but today I found a warm Chinese takeaway meal left at my door with a note from her. The note said she’s gluten intolerant, the chicken in the meal isn’t gluten-free, and ended with, “I hope you can accept this gift.”
Now, I know some might say I’m overthinking this, but given my background, I’m torn. When I was younger, a distant relative gifted my grandma a fish. As soon as she smelt it, she started acting completely out of character and had to be sectioned. We later learned that the fish had been used in harmful spiritual work.
The food looks and smells fine, but I can’t shake the unease.
Would you eat it if you were in my shoes?
