When we were little, being a handful of us, we were kittens, playful and all.
That didnt stop visitors coming home however.
Mum had a way of managing us. She ordered us to stay in the bedroom till wageni waende. Mum always escorted them out.
on our part, we had a ritual.
Once wageni waende we would rush to where they sat and smell the cushions. And feign a foul odor by fanning our noses.
We did this for quite a while.
One such time, mum alirudi speedy with one of the visitors ati she had forgotten her mzigo. They found us smelling on the cushions. Grown up now, i can imagine how embarrassing it was for our dear mum. She apologised and left again with the guest this time with the mzigo.
Haha me too…kwanza I was very curious to smell zile za wanawake. To me it beat logic how some of them smelled nice and others no smell…whereas nikinusa cushion yangu iko na kasmell
he he…reminds of an incident some years back. the toner in my office printer had run dry and i needed to print a certain memo rather quick…so i abruptly stepped into our office admin’s cubicle…a matronly lady. kumbe she had just unleashed a rather nasty fart - let me not describe the smell lest i ruin your mashujaa- but i will say i was enveloped by this nasty aura…my bile rising involuntarily, resisting the urge to wrinkle my nose or open the window so i don’t embarass her…in short that was the longest i have ever taken to access my mailbox, download the memo and format it before commanding print…I escaped before it could even print telling her to bring it to me…
We didn’t have seats in our house so the guests would have to sit on the ground. When they left I would sniff their scent and instead soil would get into my nose and my motherboard would short-circuit.