Yesterday!!! Hmmmm ,Karma caught me off guard . I had left home smelling like a forcefully dried Kako(a type of salted fish), due to the fact that when I washed and hanged my dress, it didn’t get a good exposure to the sun. So me,of all people, who doesn’t have a thing for perfumes had to dig the grave to get one. Thankfully my husband’s spray came in handy, although the label screamed a loud “Pour homme (for men) at me, i Ignored it and went ahead to pelt my dress with some few splashes, just so I can neutralize the Kako scent cos I wasn’t in the mood to change clothes. So with my borrowed perfume label on, I stepped out with a shaky confidence ready to kill some few witches with the scent.
From my hood to the main road, I was sandwiched at the backseat of a taxi, between a man and a woman. Right there norrr I switched off my conscience, didn’t care if they were inhaling the scent or insulating their senses against it. After all, no one has the right to ask me why I am smelling like Kako🤨To my dismay, they didn’t show any signs of being uneasy and that left me wondering if I was having a psycho attack😜 cos I could still smell it o.hmmmm, All the same, their irresponsiveness assured me that everything was under control.
Few minutes later, I was heading towards the 3rd seat of a lapaz bound troski, the only seat available was close to one fine looking giant of a man, who had his hand resting on the seat in front to enable him take a nap like we all do once a while. Little did I know a surprise awaited me, one that was going to teach me a beautiful lesson about life. This man I sat beside was so generous to share his naturally brewed sweaty armpit saturated perfume with me,unsolicited.
Through out the journey, his right hand stayed in its position and unfortunately for me, due to my deficiency in height, my head landed straight under his armpit. Geez, it was as though my family witches had decided to punish me for nursing the plan of polluting the atmosphere with my kakofumed dress. Being so early in the morning, at about 8a.m I didn’t expect such from a co passenger cos constitutionally, It’s only driver’s mate who are permitted by law to emit such highly flammable odour at such an early hour of the day.
Hmmm, the scent I inhaled that day from the armpit areas nu, no amount of nose masks could have prevented it from feasting in my nostrils. As if to make matters worse, he volunteered to be the middle man between the mate and the passengers at the backseat. Taking money to and fro, and each time he moves that right hand nu, the kind of freshly updated and revised volcanic eruptive air that escapes from the armpit and hits me on the face nu, it was potent enough to revive a corpse.
Fortunately or Unfortunately, I alighted about 45 minutes later, so the endurance nu dier, I endured papaaapa cos no one even alighted to make room for me to switch places until I got to my destination. So this was how the tables turned completely against me, who had set out to plague people with a higher version of the Covid katarrh with my Kako scent nu.
lesson learn, when you are planning wicked for your neighbor, the devil too is planning hell for you 😁😁
Pheuswrww, let me be going erh before I infect you with my kattarrhh 🤧
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