Traditionally, Africans pass on an oral tradition, linking generations through the epochs of time - the past & the future. I started this blog in my first year at Makere University, as a feeble attempt book the discourse of my life & family, because it wasn't written anywhere, except folktales. This blog has stood the test of being ignored, change of blogging technology and questioning its very existence, but reading this stuff back to myself, I see why I'll keep it.
Saturday, 23 June 2007
that was so old school
Once upon a time two boys made an unholy alliance to keep the kitchen empty 24/7 and all the drama that followed in that pursuit is narrated here.
It happened during one of those holidays when Steve came from Butare to spend the holiday with his family in kampala. I ofcourse, was present. This time, it was the semester 1 year 2 holiday, and I had a recess. Steve and I would stay home b'se there was nothing for us to do in town. So, one such day, we forgot about the beans on the stove while watching a tight wildlife documentary on TV. Our eyes and ears were glued on the screen so much so that we barely recognized the other's presence!
The rightful outcome was that the steam blew the cover aside and bean water flowed from the kitchen down towards the sitting room. Soon the smell of burnt beans was all over the house and the out to the neighbours. I think I remember one guy who stays just next the door knocking and complaining that people cooked beans and left the house or something... Hew, we realised, too late that it had happened. People were about to come home to this unwelcome smell in the house and we'd be ridiculously ashamed.
No way, not Steve. Not me. We devised a quick fix for this smell and turned the thing the other way round in ten minutes. First we mopped the floor with a lot of omo in the water, then smelt for any trace of burnt beans and gosh, it was still there! We sprayed the furniture, not for the purpose of cleaning them out but b'se the smell of the spray wld definately create the impression of very hardworking boys. But agash, the stench seemed not to go. We cld almost hear the steps of people coming.... think Steve think... and yep this would definately do it. The ladies' perfumes were there in their room... so quickly quckly....
Ppssssssssss pssssssssss ppsssssssssssssssss pssssssssss...
I can assure you that by now the mixture of scents in the room had created this toxic atmosphere that we realised what fools we are...
The beans, the omo, the spray, the perfumes (about three types) all applied on the same subject in less that ten minutes... we realised what scent we'd mixed and just started laughing at ourselves. Before we cld shut up, we heard knock knock knock knocks....
...to be continued by Steve
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