My neighbor says to me the other day- I love to cook, but nice food, not this. She was frying some potatoes and cabbage for rice. I think I must have been making ugali with something. Do you mean meat? Yeah, a nice beef stew with carrots and garlic.
I told her I would like to bake a fish, with garlic and white onions. So we laughed, and talked about something else. She is a nice lady, works like the next babyboomer and has no time to rest or relax. So when she came in on Sunday and announced she had watched a movie. This I wanted to hear. But it turned out to be a Nigerian movie, and she went on to narrate to me the entire story, and I wished I had not looked too interested. I have nothing against Nigerian movies. Just can’t bring myself to watch one that goes to their crying counterparts. The Philippines have taken over. I wish when KTN would screen scrubs, Judging Amy. Until the target market changed I guess. But I watched a Nigerian movie on YouTube once, Half a Yellow Sun, though I prefer the book.
But it doesn’t hurt to hear out someone that has not watched a movie since her youth. I guess I always got caught up in stories. Maybe I have a sympathetic face, total strangers will tell me their entire life course, but I don’t mind, it gives me material to smile about when I’m walking alone.
One time I was in the onion business, don’t tell my mother. I could not muster up the voice to call out- itĩngũrũ fresh! I just showed up, around 11 a.m when people were starting to think about lunch. One woman who obviously had been digging all day under the hot sun told me two stories. One about a party she had been invited to, they served onions and raw carrots.
-It’s no wonder you young people always have kĩmũrera(pungent smell from your mouth), and of course I put a hand over my mouth- My house smelt like onions, my clothes, and my skin. Just the other time I was cooking and selling maandazi. I would appear and people would start to say they suddenly felt like eating maandazi.
Then she told me an ogre story, and as she told it, her eyes darted here and there, as though she expected an ogre jump up out of the pumpkin bush or fall out from the avocado tree.
I once heard someone say he enjoyed watching his aunt and young sister have a chat; No content at all, but they all seem to be having a ball. Well, I’m not sure if content comprises of goal oriented conversations or current events. I’m still learning about human communication.