PANTIES FOR FOOD

A famous phrase goes that "If you want to deny a black man something, hide it in a book." Mmmh, because they can't read or they are simply too lazy to read! Thank God now that a variety of fora are now at our 'black's' disposal; one being the blogspot.com!


A fellow learned friend of mine, who I can clearly define as a true African linguist and a master of language and Literature namely Koech Cheruiyot through his blog masterpiece (Koecheruiyot: www.koecheruiyot.blogspot.com),  made me recall those good old days when love was the order of the day in our then infant minds as I went through one of his  heart-generated story.

I recall one fine afternoon back in my primary school when I dared a female friend of mine to remove her pants and she did! seriously?, YES! This is the chronological order of events as they happened.
As you know, in our African setting some foods like chapati are seen only once in a year-either on Christmas or on the n the new year celebrations usually on the first of January.

By now am sure that you can imagine how honored a family that used to prepare chapati often was and consequently how one could excite fellow pupils if by any chance they carried chapati to school as lunch. In fact one was forced to spend the entire day carrying his or her lunch box everywhere they went lest somebody steals the rare delicacy-it was that valuable.

On that blessed day then, I went to school carrying chapati for lunch. And wait, not just Chapati; It had chicken stew as a companion not to forget two fleshy chicken thighs to flower the exquisite combination!

I kept opening the lunch box to check if the two meat pieces were still there, keenly checking the time as a matter of fact waiting anxiously for the lunch time break to come! Every time I opened my lunch package a sweet aroma could fill the entire classroom making everyone lose concentration. Fellow pupils could throw pettish glances around swirling their tongues like hungry chameleons and to be frank, I enjoyed the game; making them smell the sweet!

It didn't take long and the lunch brake was here. As canning as I am always, Koech and Muisyo can confirm this, I approached the class's most beautiful girl and welcomed her to share my lunch but as you know, nothing good comes on a silver platter and the manna age was long gone, so she had to do something first.

I had some demands to make. One, since was the class monitor, she had to promise that she will never write my name down if I ever made noise in class and that she agreed. Secondly, since we used to go in the same direction after school, she was to show me her panties everyday for one week! And she agreed! Bravo, there I went.

We shared the delicacy but since the lunch was originally mine, I was just to cut her a piece of chapati and another one of meat and that was it. By sharing it didn't mean each of us having half of the cake. This is Africa,an ultimate jungle- a man for himself, God for us all and survival is always guaranteed to the strongest.

Since she had made a promise, I was there on her back after school so that she could honor her words. For five days of the week, I saw all her panties and up to date, I even remember the colors and the patterns.

They were as follows: Monday was a tainted cream one, Tuesday was a blood-red one decorated with rabbit pictures, Wednesday was a pure yellow one, Thursday was a black one, and Friday was a green one with flower patterns. In fact on that Friday I further made a request we meet on Saturday to see the Saturday's but she resisted saying that her mother would never allow her to leave their home to anywhere on her own!

Good memories indeed.

©paulmusyokah2012