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It was just another average Monday in the office, when Caveman, the newbie, finally found himself sitting at lunch with his co-workers. He was starting to get the hang of things, exchanging pleasantries and small talk, when the topic of lunch came up.

“Hey, what’s in your lunch today?” asked Bean, a well-meaning but overly curious colleague.

Caveman glanced around at everyone’s somewhat typical office lunches—sandwiches, salads, plastic-wrapped pasta—and then his eyes landed on Boono and Tierre, the quiet, mysterious guys from Kenya. these guys have always kept to themselves at lunch, bringing something wrapped in layers of foil that they’d keep tightly sealed until he was ready to eat.

Today, Caceman was feeling brave. “Guys, what’s that you’ve got in your lunchboxes?”

Boono looked up with a small, amused grin. He lifted the lid of his lunchbox, revealing what looked like… a whole goat leg. The thing was gigantic, practically taking up the entire box. It was just sitting there, like it had been plucked straight from the grill, with a charred, crispy exterior and a bone sticking out, as if it was ready to be served to an emperor.

Caveman’s eyes widened. “Uh, that… that’s a whole goat leg.”

Tierre, unfazed, casually pulled out a knife and started to slice it like it was just any other piece of deli meat. “Oh yeah, goat. Really good protein, keeps me going through the day.”

“Wait, you brought goat to lunch?” Caveman stammered, still eyeing the chunk of meat. He wasn’t sure whether to be impressed or horrified.

“Oh, yes,” Tierre replied, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “In Kenya, it’s a common lunch. We call it nyama choma—grilled meat. Perfect for a long workday.”

Caveman was still trying to process this when Bean leaned in. “Isn’t that… like… a bit much for lunch? Aren’t you going to eat the entire leg?”

Boono just smiled and took a bite. “It’s very common to have a bit more than usual. You can never have too much protein, right?”

“Um… I guess,” Caveman said, unsure of how to respond. But then, his curiosity got the best of him. “So, how do you eat a whole leg of goat at your desk? Do you, like, just gnaw on it throughout the day?”

Tierre’s eyes twinkled. “Of course! It’s like a snack… but for warriors.”

At that moment, Caveman’s stomach growled loudly, and he felt the shame of his sad sandwich in comparison. He looked around at his co-workers. Tanya was now on the edge of her seat, fascinated. But Farda, the office joker, leaned over and whispered, “If you’re going to eat goat like that, are you going to start a fire and roast it next?”

Without missing a beat, Boono replied, “Maybe after a couple more meetings. I’m getting hungry just thinking about it.”

The rest of the lunch was filled with laughter and food-related banter, but Caveman couldn’t help but wonder how much of an office legend Boono and Tierre would become for literally bringing the “meat of kings” to work every day.

Meanwhile, Caveman learned two things: One, never judge someone’s lunch until you’ve seen it, and two, he was definitely going to need to step up his own lunch game. Maybe next time, he’d bring an entire cooked chicken. Maybe.